Our journey from Sydney to Budapest was a smooth transit, however 24 hours of travelling takes its toll. I dare not complain though - I enjoyed the luxury of business class the whole way while the boys did the hard yards in economy. I went back to visit them a few times during the flights and then scurried back to my seat - guilt stricken.
After rejection at the Emirates lounge in Sydney Airport (too many adults and she refused to accept Campbell as a child), we smiled our way into the Sydney Qantas lounge with an extra adult. We didn’t even attempt to brave the Emirates dragons in Dubai- Josh was my date in the lounge and Cam and Flynn ate in the main concourse. Dubai airport is a bit overwhelming. Such a huge airport, with an ostentatious use of space and glass, with towering indoor palm trees thrown in for good measure. Although it’s air conditioned, the pulse of heat comes through the glass walls. Most of the crowd looks western but periodically a local in traditional Emirati robes and headdress comes striding along, with a few black clad ladies following. Wherever we go some of my boys look like locals - Josh and Flynn were addressed in Arabic and the flight attendant was surprised that they didn’t understand.
We were collected promptly from Budapest Airport and driven for about half an hour into town. The airport surrounds were a bit grim and looked very poor. The houses have quite steeply pinched roofs with a lot of windows/skylights in them and many had solar panels. As we reached the main part of the city the standard changed, with cobbled streets and greenery and lovely architecture. Our rooms were not ready so we arranged ourselves in the lobby on the lounge furniture and waited - forever. I watched successful check-in after successful check-in and finally displayed a bit of rightious indignation and secured two rooms (on different floors but at this stage we didn’t care). An hour of zzz and then four zombies went for a quick dinner at Flynn’s 19th Hard Rock. Looking forward to exploring the city tomorrow when we’re more rested.
After rejection at the Emirates lounge in Sydney Airport (too many adults and she refused to accept Campbell as a child), we smiled our way into the Sydney Qantas lounge with an extra adult. We didn’t even attempt to brave the Emirates dragons in Dubai- Josh was my date in the lounge and Cam and Flynn ate in the main concourse. Dubai airport is a bit overwhelming. Such a huge airport, with an ostentatious use of space and glass, with towering indoor palm trees thrown in for good measure. Although it’s air conditioned, the pulse of heat comes through the glass walls. Most of the crowd looks western but periodically a local in traditional Emirati robes and headdress comes striding along, with a few black clad ladies following. Wherever we go some of my boys look like locals - Josh and Flynn were addressed in Arabic and the flight attendant was surprised that they didn’t understand.
We were collected promptly from Budapest Airport and driven for about half an hour into town. The airport surrounds were a bit grim and looked very poor. The houses have quite steeply pinched roofs with a lot of windows/skylights in them and many had solar panels. As we reached the main part of the city the standard changed, with cobbled streets and greenery and lovely architecture. Our rooms were not ready so we arranged ourselves in the lobby on the lounge furniture and waited - forever. I watched successful check-in after successful check-in and finally displayed a bit of rightious indignation and secured two rooms (on different floors but at this stage we didn’t care). An hour of zzz and then four zombies went for a quick dinner at Flynn’s 19th Hard Rock. Looking forward to exploring the city tomorrow when we’re more rested.
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