The ride home, a boat baby in a plane

This week we got to break in Alma’s first passport with a 2 day journey from Holland to La Paz.

how many hours flying did you say??

how many hours flying did you say??

After the usual mad dash to try and jam everything we needed to bring into our suitcases, calling the airline and adding another suitcase, and then still trying to jam everything in, we skimmed it down to a lean 110kg of luggage!  Yup the equivalent of 1.5 me’s would be getting dragged around for a couple of days, including the roughly 40 kg of “carry-on” that I man handled through the airports, not fun…

yes, I can carry it all on sir...

yes, I can carry it all on sir…

But we made it, and nobody weighed our hand luggage to tell us off, the only casualty to the scales  was a minor weight loss necessary in Amsterdam resulting in a stuffed bear being left behind… sorry bout that bear, next time I promise…

ready for take off

ready for take off

After a tough farewell to the family at the airport, we boarded the plane and found ourselves sitting next to a little 9 month old bubba and her Mum on their way back to Mexico as well, the 2 girls hung out in their special plane beds the whole way.

two peas in a pod!

two peas in a pod!

Alma was brilliant, of course!  She slept well the whole trip, sticking to the current 2.5 – 3 hour sleeps between feedings, and not crying once!   A lil’ globetrotter in the making!

nothing to this flying business

nothing to this flying business

Once we arrived in Mexico City, I loaded up like a pack mule, and trekked to the shuttle for our “airport” hotel.  10 mins into the roller coaster shuttle ride, (picture rush hour traffic in one of the busiest cities in the world where speed limits are at best rough guide lines, all while holding a sleeping baby) we realized that the “airport” hotel may have been a bit of a stretch, but we got there, checked in and after settling Alma down, ordered a sandwich from the extensive sandwich room service menu.  Half hour later I called to see where it was, they said they would check then hung up…. 10 mins later Sabi called and they happily told her that no such sandwich had been ordered.  Usually this wouldn’t be a big deal, but anyone who knows me knows that after 20 hours of travel from door to door, and nothing but plane food to keep me going, its best not to get between me and my food… patience is not a virtue I have at such times…  So I went downstairs, ordered the sodding bread,  paid and was told it would be about 10-15mins… how hard is it to make a sandwich for crying out loud, but knowing better than to argue (the rules of customer service don’t necessarily apply here, god knows what would have happened to the guacamole) I went back to the room, eventually eating and then sleeping in the Alma designated 2.5 hour blocks until 6am local time, when it was time to go back to the airport, YAY!

also unimpressed about the service, not the cot she requested

also unimpressed about the service, not the cot she requested

The ride back was even better than the night before, with nobody else in the shuttle, and us obviously trying to hold onto Alma, the dipshit driving tried to break local speed records in morning rush hour traffic.  I’d say “bumper to bumper” traffic, but lets face it, most of the other cars didn’t even have bumpers…  after almost getting airborne over one bump, Sabi swore loudly, don’t worry it was in spanish so Alma didn’t understand, and commented on the fact we had a baby with us, no change or response, I think he actually speed up so we would get out faster…

A few desks and a good tour of the airport later, and we were headed to the gate, loaded up, and on our way home.

last leg, almost home

last leg, almost home

We drove from the airport straight to Sea Raven of course, and she looked great.  A layer of dust letting us know that barely any rain had fallen lately and the doors and hatches open to the 30 something degree heat thanks to our neighbour who had been keeping an eye on her for us while we were gone.

nearly there!

nearly there!

Then it was off to a hotel, with air conditioning of course, where we had a lengthy discussion with a one month old about why it was suddenly so hot, and that it would all be worth the sweat in a few days when she truly became a boat baby on her own catamaran!  She seemed to get it, and agreed that sweating like the little bangladeshi kids that made her clothes for a few days would be ok, if she really got to look out her window at dolphins in the anchorage, but for now, she would like the AC turned up and more food please…. very advanced for her age I must say… I could also be reading too much into the squeaks she has started making, but I’d like to think not…

Today I worked on cleaning Sea Raven up and getting her ready to move out of the marina and into the anchorage, before we point our bows north and try and get away from future hurry-caners, with a new storm brewing every week, its a matter of time before one knocks on our door, and I’d rather be somewhere else thank you very much.

So for the meantime, the girls get to hang out in a cooled room, while Dad gets to move sails and clean, well at least until it gets too hot, 36 is not a sociable temperature to be working in after 3 months in Holland.

hangin out with Oma and Opa

hangin out with Oma and Opa

As a final word, I would like again to thank all our family and friends in Holland for making the last 3 months so great for us, without their help and support, it would have been a lot more difficult to bring Alma into this world, huge thanks and much love from the three of us!

four generations of Frielink ladies

four generations of Frielink ladies

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