If 2012 brings a new Olympic sport of airport connection hurdles, the Scott family will win the 4x5 relay event.
After Salvador had been passed between us for twenty four hours like a gurgling baton, we crossed the finishing line with the baton screaming but everything and everyone thankfully intact.
The journey to Lima was a bad as we had thought, luggage problems, food problems and a poor little boy unable to try out his new found walking skills.
Leaving England was hard although concentrating on the journey to Peru diluted some of the emotion.
Our memory banks are overflowing with our times in Swindon and elsewhere - who knows what the future will bring?
The extra baggage allowance was used to the full and the sight of the four of us and Salvador with nine large suitcases and numerous bits of hand luggage at Houston would have made an excellent video on ‘How not to travel with children’.
Cuddly toys spilled over the immigration hall floor with Salvador in pursuit as us adults passed through a long winded passport control with gritted teeth and weak smiles for the officials.
For our 45 minutes in the USA we were fingerprinted, photographed & grilled over our travel plans, thankfully a conversation about Poppy Day with one security guard smoothed our millions of packages through the X-ray machine.
The six hour flight to Lima was right at the back of a bumpy, well used (euphemism for shagged out) plane, with Salvador finally finding his lungs as we entered Peruvian airspace, yodelling screams filling economy class much to the delight of the other passengers.
Our arrival and welcome in Lima was typically chaotic with Esther’s family there to enthusiastically greet us.
As usual we were deluged by welcome and unwelcome offers of transport from various dodgy dealers, including one who took us to an overflowing combi (mini-bus) and tried to force those on board out to accommodate us. They wouldn’t budge so we went with some other shady character who brought us through some of the more quaintly dangerous parts of the city on the way to the house.
We finally got to be at 3am Peru time, a nice 28 hour day that I don’t think we’ll be repeating for a while.
After watching squirrels in Swindon these past few days it was a change to see Hummingbirds in the garden this morning albeit through bleary eyes.
After Salvador had been passed between us for twenty four hours like a gurgling baton, we crossed the finishing line with the baton screaming but everything and everyone thankfully intact.
The journey to Lima was a bad as we had thought, luggage problems, food problems and a poor little boy unable to try out his new found walking skills.
Leaving England was hard although concentrating on the journey to Peru diluted some of the emotion.
Our memory banks are overflowing with our times in Swindon and elsewhere - who knows what the future will bring?
The extra baggage allowance was used to the full and the sight of the four of us and Salvador with nine large suitcases and numerous bits of hand luggage at Houston would have made an excellent video on ‘How not to travel with children’.
Cuddly toys spilled over the immigration hall floor with Salvador in pursuit as us adults passed through a long winded passport control with gritted teeth and weak smiles for the officials.
For our 45 minutes in the USA we were fingerprinted, photographed & grilled over our travel plans, thankfully a conversation about Poppy Day with one security guard smoothed our millions of packages through the X-ray machine.
The six hour flight to Lima was right at the back of a bumpy, well used (euphemism for shagged out) plane, with Salvador finally finding his lungs as we entered Peruvian airspace, yodelling screams filling economy class much to the delight of the other passengers.
Our arrival and welcome in Lima was typically chaotic with Esther’s family there to enthusiastically greet us.
As usual we were deluged by welcome and unwelcome offers of transport from various dodgy dealers, including one who took us to an overflowing combi (mini-bus) and tried to force those on board out to accommodate us. They wouldn’t budge so we went with some other shady character who brought us through some of the more quaintly dangerous parts of the city on the way to the house.
We finally got to be at 3am Peru time, a nice 28 hour day that I don’t think we’ll be repeating for a while.
After watching squirrels in Swindon these past few days it was a change to see Hummingbirds in the garden this morning albeit through bleary eyes.
The picture shows Salvador burning up some leftover energy from the journey by pushing his friend Martha around the house.
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