On a beautiful 20 degree spring afternoon in London I was dreaming of what was in store for us when I looked up to see a flight descending into one of the airports nearby.
Its tail was red and I swear I could see that iconic white kangaroo. I had sudden recollection of the Qantas ad from years ago. The one where the children’s choir was filmed singing in the red desert, on the rock cliffs and on the white sands of Australia’s amazing beaches.
Only now, after being away for so long, can I comprehend the meaning of that song.
It’s been over two years since my last swim in the Aussie ocean. I miss the quality of the beef steak, I miss the freedom of owning a car, and I miss being able to drop around to a long-term friend’s place for a cuppa or a beer. It’s the little things that get you in the end, and I knew I was ready.
When your visa expiry date is fast approaching and you have a limited time left in London, you start to go a little crazy.
Having witnessed it happen to many others before me, I decided to prepare well in advance. But you get lost in the London life and suddenly months become weeks and the countdown is on. Fear sets in when you realise the little time you have left and you start to think of ways you can come back.
At the beginning of this year my husband and I started to prepare for our return to reality in Australia. With so much to do in only five months left in the UK, we planned out our last holidays and weekends.
My first step was to work out what needed to be ticked off the bucket list and what countries we wanted to visit. At the top of our list; the ANZAC Day dawn service at Gallipoli, cooking classes in Tuscany, sailing in Croatia, beers in Prague and historical sites in Poland.
Then we made a list of all of the things we wanted to do while in London; the Jack the Ripper tour, the secret bar at the Breakfast Club, the Wildlife Photographer of the Year awards at the Natural History Museum, a night out at Fabric, and a music festival in Hyde Park.
Having missed out on tickets for the FIFA World Cup tickets in Brazil and Glastonbury festival in the UK, a summer on the European continent was ours for the taking and we were going to make the most of it. Unfortunately, our bank balance was not keeping up with the programme and we were not going to be able to achieve as much as we had hoped.
So began the daily ordeal of scanning flight websites and travel agent deals, trying to find the cheapest way home that didn’t include an 11 hour stop-over or driving through the Middle East. We considered some crazy options… If we made it to Eastern Europe we could catch a bus to Istanbul and fly to Brisbane via a quick holiday in Beijing, the Philippines and Perth. If we were somewhere in Italy we could go via the Maldives for only a few hundred more… the possibilities were endless, but sadly, the bank account was not.
Frustratingly, a one way flight is about 80% of the cost of a return flight. The best priced flight we found was around £550 per person on a one way, 35 hour flight, stopping over in the Philippines. The reviews weren’t great.
Then it was time to work out what was coming home with us, what was going to the local charity shop and what we could sell on eBay or Gumtree to make a little extra cash. Every souvenir, item of clothing, electronic and adapter was strewn across every surface of the bedroom as we tried to eliminate the unnecessary and calculate the number of shipping boxes we would need to order. The entire process only raised more questions. How did hubby end up with so many winter coats? Would we ever use that many shot glasses? Will we ever wear the dinosaur onesie again?
It took two weeks to get the room back to a state where we could see the floor again. I have my fingers crossed that it will all fit into four large boxes to be shipped home.
We are now two months from D-Day and planning out last holiday in Europe. Our choices are a road trip in the UK, a train holiday in Italy, or a sailing trip in Croatia… But I still can’t decide!
At first I was sad to be leaving behind the life that we had created here and the friends we have met along the way. Since leaving Australia for our extended honeymoon we’ve travelled to so many wonderful places, from New York, to Lyon and old London town. So, the closer to D-Day we get the more my stomach tightens with apprehension of our return to the real world.
To borrow some fitting lyrics from that haunting song, I’m always travelling, I love being free. And so I keep leaving the sun and the sea. But my heart lies waiting, over the foam…
I still call Australia home.
First published in Australian Times on 4 April, 2014 4:36 am in Honeymooning Nomad.
Read more of Jacqui’s Honeymooning Nomad column (found on www.australiantimes.co.uk) :
The sober truth; nightly drinking culture in London
Don’t make friends with Australians – they’ll love you and leave you
1 Comment
Graeme Voigt
17/05/2014 at 9:41 pmOh wow. I can relate to this feeling! ARGH! Trying to decide on what to do next is near impossible! Good luck!!