Mikael’s mom was not happy to go back home to Sweden. I totally understand why. Leaving 30C and sun for the darkest and coldest time in the north sounds awful. But six weeks was over and it was time for a goodbye. We all helped her pack the night before so we could spend her last morning with a coffee on the beach. I even had time to go in the water. No dolphins though, they don’t seem to be too common. But all good so far.
We headed back at 9am to pack up the last things and drive up to Brisbane Airport. Just as we get back home, I receive a text message from Qantas telling me that the flight from Brisbane to Singapore has been delayed 3h. That’s bad. But surely Qantas would book a new trip if a connection was missed due to a delay? No? We spent an hour on the phone with them asking them to book a new trip for her. After several options we finally had a new ticket booked for 9pm through Dubai instead.
Nothing bad which doesn’t come with the good; she received a bonus day in Australia. What is there to do for a few hours in Gold Coast on the last day down under? See kangaroos and koalas of course. Coombabah was on the way north as well.












