What a whirlwind week we’ve had.
Having made our travel arrangements to travel through Dubai, exactly two days before the first missile was directed at its airport, to say we were unsure of how our travel arrangements would look would be an understatement.
With the ceasefire of hostilities in place, modified scheduling of flights out of Brisbane resumed barely two weeks ago, while the leader of the free world seemed to have no other agenda than to disrupt our plans.
Even while he threatened annihilation of an entire country (a step down from from “a civilisation” at least) last night, we started to believe we might a actually be flying, so hastily booked a hotel room and transfers at the other end, where we might make some plans as to what happens next.
The result of all that uncertainty piled on top of our missteps of last year, was that the ride to the airport felt quite different this time. Not the wind-down after that last minute cleaning panic, not the “what have I left behind”, not “here we go again”, just a kind of contented relief, and of course gratitude for all the things that have aligned to allow us another year “on the road”.
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