Huh?...

In 1968 June Carter and Johnny Cash released the song called "Jackson". The song is all about how they plan to go to Jackson (no duh Sherlock!), well that is just what dad and I are doing- we're going to Jackson (Hole) although not for the same reasons as June and John (that would be really sick...)!
I have heard from a third party that June and John were singing about a different Jackson but I have decided to overlook that, so ok, we're not "just like" June and John but, damn, it's a cool sounding blog title if I don't say so myself.

In our very exciting trip we will be leaving Sydney on the 29th of December for a city I love- San Francisco (San Fran to those in the know ;P). We'll spend 3 nights there and then drive to Yosemite, an apparently "amazing" (quote- parents) national park. There for 3 nights also, then back to San Fran for a night before we head to... you guessed it- Jackson Hole Ski Resort, Wyoming in the US of A. 2 weeks of OMG skiing and scenery before we return home.

Can't wait! Hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I'm going to LOVE experiencing it...

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

And these little piggy's flew all the way home...

God bless us, everyone.
That's right tiny-Tim, it's a belated Christmas Miracle! All our flights home left on time!
Other than the typical and unavoidable boringness and stiffness of flying form the US to Australia, it was a pretty good run.
Kudos to Jackson Hole airport for having some very helpful staff at the check in desks.
No kudos to Denver who weren't bad but weren't great either.
And a big awww to the selection available at the San Fran Museum of Modern Art store (located in the airport) where dad got the cutest ceramic bird for his bookshelves.
But definitely no kudos to San Fran airport because the Japan Airlines Lounge that Qantas Club members can use has no showers. We were expecting showers like in the American Airlines Lounge in LAX but noooo, no siree.
Which meant that we felt even more uncomfortable on the nice long 14 hour flight. I swear on that plane we had less leg room than on other flights and that the row in front of us was closer than usual. Dad says it's just me. I pouted and ignored him for a full 10 seconds as punishment.
It wasn't an all together great 14 hours.
When we arrived in Sydney it was 35 degrees... Celsius. Welcome home! We had gone from 35 degrees Fahrenheit (cold) to 35 degrees Celsius (NOT cold). Gee Whiz!
Ten flights had come in at the same time so it was chaos in the baggage claim areas, particularly around the quarantine queues.
Finally we got out- dad was starting to get grumpy, so we had to get some food into both us. Then after some more fuss and bussle (the kind you can only get when travelling with a ski box) we finally got to the car.
Shower time! More importantly... SHORTS TIME!!!
As I pulled on those shorts (sigh of blissful relief) it finally really it me; we were back in Australia and we weren't on holiday anymore. Nostalgia moment people. Excuse me.
Back. To really prove to ourselves that we were home, we went to a real supermarket (the kind without mortgage banks inside) and got food for an Aussie lunch. If we were going to fight jetlag, we were going to need energy. Australian energy.

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