My trip to Australia was much complicated by my brainlessness. Sunday I had a bit of a cold and I didn't get as much packing done as I had hoped. I packed on Monday mostly and at about 3pm my computer started making horrible noises. Since it had been overheating and having screenfreezes I feared the worst. So I spent a couple of hours in the Apple Store. They diagnosed it as a fan rather than something serious but didn't have the part. I rushed home, ate the dinner Russell had made and then hopped in the car to go to the airport. Only upon arrival did I realize that I hadn't taken my passport out of the drawer. *facepalm* I called
mr_kurt who was kind enough to go by our house and grab it since Russell couldn't have gotten to SJ and back in the hour available. I arrived at the plane just at the very last moment.
I mostly slept though the flight was very turbulent. Somehow I had also not managed to pack pain meds in my carry on. I hope this isn't going to be a theme. In Sydney everyone was very nice but they had totally mislaid a piece of Rachael's luggage. They did eventually find it but we had to take a flight two hours later than our original connection. Raul was arriving from South America at the same-ish time as our original arrival time so we asked that they contact him and tell him we would be late. They contacted him... and told him our original arrival time. So he was waiting for two hours in the Melbourne airport with no idea what was going on, despite our efforts.
We arrived at our hotel to discover that the Parliament booking office had booked us from Dec 1-4 (rather than 2-10). Thus they had kept our deposit as a no-show and they wouldn't have rooms for most of our stay. Also they put us in a very small room with one bed. It was shabby and just pretty much all around unacceptable. For $50 a night more we got a room at the Hilton which is (a) four times the size, (b) next door to the Parliament venue and (c) has better beds and all other amenities. The proximity to the Parliament has already paid off and it is totally worth it.
Oh, one last gotcha... getting into the taxi to go from our first hotel to the Hilton... I was struck by a bicyclist (hit & run) and naturally he ran into my shoulder. Now in addition to the operation soreness, I have bruised soreness on that arm. Argh!