Our Karma credits started well this morning with our bedroom facing across Coogee beach. Soothing tidal sounds and otherwise silence was fantastically refreshing. Our credits quickly ran out however with the Emirates transfer bus not being able to fit us on because of the bikes.
We had the pleasure therefore in being the only Emirates passengers on a second Sydney airport transit with our and a few other oversized bags. Still happy days, on our way again. At the airport the transit dropped us off, but the passengers whose bags we had accompanied were nowhere to be seen.
We went and raided a car sized trolley and moved into baggage mode. Sydney Airport Oversized baggage guys were pretty unfazed. Still any loser who takes off with a trolley this big and manages to actually fill it up surely is partially loco. We found the owners shortly after making it to the assigned checkin counter. A beautiful african family with young daughter and baby boy. Trolley was too big to work the queue corridors so back to the legs.
Soph still managing tough girl status. Hike a bike, but metro.
Just about at head of queue and Emirates had to relocate as they had run past their assigned checkin allocation. So off again legging the bags. Novelty factor was definitely wearing thin as was the more sensitive sections of our bike bags. Still the staff had been through similar joy, so we parked the feeling of world harmony for a moment that no doubt will present itself down the trail.
Eyes tearing with the joy of returning through Customs, but this time Soph was not picked out for further review. Sharpened up obviously from yesterday, either that or she is starting to look more like her passport photo, which is quite intimidating. Locals if confronted with the viewing pleasure will back away from one so stereotypically IRA hit woman. For a very smiley girl the non smile policy has detrimental effects.