So we were waiting for our luggage. Nine items, a few huge ones (mine weighed nearly 32kg), and two trolleys with which to take them to the taxi rank.
An hour later we were with 6 items, two trolleys and some increasingly explosive blood pressure.
Three of our nine bags had gone AWOL somwhere between Sydney and Singapore and no-one could tell us where they might be. Mind you, I thought at the time that perhaps they were attached to the nose of the plane with the wing that was removed and reattached... who nose? (knows... get it? funny joke, right?)
A few forms were filled out, and we were on our way, praying to God that our bags would enjoy their flight to Ho Chi Minh City (this is where I assumed they must have gone from Darwin, preferring Vietnam as a destination, than Singapore) and catch us up the next day.
We went to the money exchange people, got horrible rates for our Aussie dollars, and the stress got to one of us, who, by way of mouth, made some extra work for one of the myriad of cleaners pushing little mop buckets and brooms around the place. To save embarassment, I'll never mention this again...
The taxi line was by now getting close to one hundred people long, but we joined it anyway, not having the patience left to go and find the limousine service that we so deserved.
Our taxi men both claimed to know where they were going, until the road split and they went different ways.
Toh (one of the drivers) was sure that he was going the right way - mind you, he took the slow road, with the other driver taking a slightly faster one.
We made it to our hotel - the Perak in Little India, to the sighty of Fiona rummaging stressfully through her bags looking for Felicity's passport which seemed to be missing. Felicity had been in the slower taxi with Florry and myself and said she thought her mum had it, but had a look in her bag to no avail. She WAS right though, I believe. Fiona did have it... In fact, I'm not sure who had it, as I was paying more attention to my own beating heart and stress levels which were at their peak... the last seven days have certainly been a roller coaster ride of emotions that until I get my clothes back will not plunge!
Got into bed. Turned on the television. Mother asks whether I think the cats will be on TV (jokingly). Son makes some derogatory remark about this being Asia and her being worse than her husband. Cats appear on TV.
Thank God for the AUSTRALIAN NETWORK!!!
Sleep.
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