After 48 hours of travelling from Central Turkey, we’re now home in Mudgee in Central New South Wales.
The trip was effortless.
We travelled economy class, had to transfer our luggage twice (in Istanbul & Rome) and had a total of 14 hours layover – with a wait of 75 minutes in the plane on the tarmac in Rome while Muscat fixed its radio transmitters so that we could travel safely through its airspace.
It seemed that each time we had to get on or off a plane it was via a bus, which would then take the longest possible scenic route around the airport before depositing us at the arrivals hall, or the plane. So every little difficulty that we could encounter, it seemed we encountered.
Why then was the trip effortless?
For one reason:
We surrendered to the time it would take, to the obstacles that would come our way, to the irritations and discomfit of long haul flights.
It was all out of our control, so why fret?
Because we relaxed we slept on the flights. And during the layovers we found cafes or restaurants, and with all our luggage on a trolly (because we couldn’t check in until at least 3 hrs before the flight) we’d have a meal, have a coffee, watch the passing parade of travellers, and chat.
And the time whizzed by.
And the flights whizzed by.
What would appear to be an horrific amount of travel in fact turned out to be a breeze.
I’d like to try and apply this attitude to other aspects of my life.