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Day 17 - Disembarkation and going home

It's good to go home, isn't it?

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I wake up before 6, we haven't docked yet. I get my camera to see if I can get some nice early morning shots of the Opera House and bridge.

Returning to Sydney

Returning to Sydney

Nearly home

Nearly home

I shower and get ready still thinking I might go for breakfast. I finish putting everything into my bag and made sure I haven't left anything behind to the point where I feel obsessive compulsive checking and double checking. I have about 30 minutes of internet time left so I use it! It only took 20 minutes and I had used my last 30 minutes... Hmmm that doesn't add up now does it?

I have to vacate the room by 8, and I achieve that, now to find somewhere to wait. Melwyn is in one of the cabins down the hallway and calls out hello as I walk passed, then goodbye. I step back and thanked him for looking after me, the people from the cabin next to me were also in the hallway going back to their cabin. I walk around and find that most chairs are taken on deck 7, so even though I'm early I go in there and find a seat. They seem to be running a little behind schedule. Just before 8.30 they tell us that we can head over to the terminal. For the last time I show my cruise card to leave the ship and also show the purple square from my luggage tag and if am cleared to leave.

In the terminal there is a long line of passengers heading into the luggage collection area. We pass a table with all the confiscated items for collection. There are about a dozen wooden bows with arrows, and other bibs n bobs. They have large signs up with the colours indicating where luggage can be found. Mine is easy, I spot it immediately. There is a young woman right behind me and her suitcase was next to mine. She asks if I know where the bus is, and I said there are supposed to be signs outside telling us which one. She says she will follow me then she will be ok I said we might both end up on the wrong bus. We are in yet another queue, this one is for customs. The lady takes my arrival card and directs me to go left, the young woman behind me gets her arrival card back and is told to go right. I go through and follow the sign to the bus area. I stop along the way to fish out my bus ticket, and contemplate putting my second little bag into my suitcase but that can wait til we get to the airport.

I find the right bus and sit behind the young woman I spoke to in the terminal. She says she is from Adelaide and her flight is at midday. We get to the airport around 9.30, and we both stop to put a few things into our suitcases. The baggage drop self service bays aren't working properly so there are annoyed people, after several tries I get my bag to go through. I then find the Adelaide lady who is in line to check her bag, and ask her if she wants to go into the lounge to wait for her flight. She was happy to so I wait with her. The woman in front of her didn't know how to use the baggage drop so I offered to help her. Bag on but it seemed to have trouble reading her boarding pass and says she needs to see Customer Service. So she takes the bag off as the qantas staff member says she will come around when she can. We get the Adelaide lady through and head up to the Lounge.

We find a nice spot and settle in. I give her the rundown and we help ourselves to coffee, fruit juice, toasties, pancakes and fruit. We talk about some of the shore excursions she did, and what it was like to travel alone. Being a lot younger she said she found a few people to hang out with in the first couple of days. Like me she found the dinner set up to be not very helpful. Her flight is delayed by about half an hour, so she only leaves 40 minutes before me. She was appreciative of being in the lounge, and it felt good to extend the offer to her. It cost me nothing but meant something to her.

Eventually my flight was called and I was away. I got onto the plane and one of the flight attendants pointed at me an said I know you, where do I know you from? I realised straight away, I met her on my flight from Sydney to Brisbane when we came back from Bangkok in May. She said when she saw me she didn't get the feeling I was a past passenger, she thought it was more than that. I reminded her that I had burst into tears and she helped me. We chatted while people were still settling in, and then again after the flight. Lovely lady, she wrote her email address on a napkin and gave it to me so I can get in touch. She lives on Magnetic Island and said to let her know if I am ever up that way we could have coffee or something. I asked if she does the Sydney Brisbane run a lot since I hopefully will need to do this trip again hopefully by the end of the year. She said to let her know when I know my details. She will also keep an eye out for Rushmore. This was a nice finish to my holiday. Now I wonder how long it's going to take before I lose the motion feeling - like the ground is moving even though I know it isn't. Weird!

Posted by Christinesolo 08:15 Archived in Australia

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