Coming home

I needed to change my sydney-perth flight to a sydney-melbourne flight so i could go see frannie, and was advised to see the people at the LAN airlines desk to change my ticket. So we got to the airport 6 hours early and i waited in line (people in south america are really into pushing in). When i explained my situation to the girl at the desk she said there was nothing she could do, and it was a Qantas issue, which i thought was very odd, as both fran and i had been told more than once that this was what i needed to do. A $40 phone call to qantas confirmed that LAN had to change my ticket but they refused again. GRRR! I decided to take it on the chin and just see what i could do once i was in Sydney. Luckily however, as we approached the gate I overheard someone else modifying thier ticket and asked the same worker if he could modify mine, to which he replied that all he could with such short notice was only check me in to the santiago-syd flight which would make it more flexible for me once i got to sydney. So with that done, a really boring chick flick about a kid who thinks he's an alien and a 2 hour stopover in Auckland, New Zealand we arrived in Sydney.

We grabbed our bags, went through customs and Steve and luke checked in as per normal
and i was directed to the Qantas sales desk to modify my ticket. It turns out that there where rules on my ticket that would not let Qantas modify it and all i could do was delay the perth flight and book a return ticket to melbourne. I ran down to the free internet booth, and after it crashing and restarting on me mid-booking i managed to score a (expensive) flight to melbourne within the next hour. When i got back to the qantas desk i was served by another lady who said what i was trying to do was impossible and her collegues misinformed me. So i got a knife played stabby mc stabby-stab in her face. Well not really, but I was close to, if only i had a knife... In reality i told her it was bullshit and pleaded with her to help me out. So she charged me $50 and told me to be back here by 7pm in a week to catch the flight to perth. GRR!

I managed to see Steeve and Luke in the lounge before they flew back to Perth and filled them in on the shenanigans that had occured, and with a peck on the cheek they where off. Teary eyed i got into the fetal position and rocked away until my flight to melbourne was called, in the realisation that this was the end of the most super dooper holiday of my life.

But then i got to Melbourne, got to see Frannie and then my family in Perth and it made everything all good again.

THE END