11.05.1999 - 12.05.1999
DAY 1-2 TUE/WED Alex, Anna and David drove us to the airport and left us to our fate. We didn’t know how much we would come to long for those fresh young faces and those who had not been able to fit in the car during the weeks ahead.
During the short flight to Melbourne we were able to swap our aisle seats for a couple next to the window, though we were forced back to our allocated seats from there on. Sitting next to Margaret was a young man who was visiting his sister in England. She established an immediate friendship with him that lasted until we reached Bahrain and we parted company. By an amazing coincidence we found ourselves on the same plane six weeks later on the way home from Bahrain. The two rows in front of us were occupied by a young couple and their five or six extremely well behaved children. The highlight of the trip was the spectacle of Margaret fiddling with her headphone controls and cursing because they wouldn’t work; she had forgotten to put the contraption on her head.
We arrived in Bahrain to find that our flight to Rome was leaving at 1am the next day instead of 10.40pm. This would have been a disaster except that Gulf Air had provided a room in the rather sleazy Basrin Hotel, located right in the middle of nothing much. Our accommodation was modest to the point that it didn’t include a bath towel, let alone tea and coffee making facilities. At least we didn’t find black hairs in our bed as did some of our fellow travellers. After a free lunch we walked around the block; a very short block as the heat was oppressive and the sights non-existent. We lay down for a brief nap, which turned out to be a big sleep as we didn’t wake up for six hours by which time we had missed our free dinner.
At this stage my pedometer was still working and I found that we had walked 6.62 kilometres since leaving home.