From razorbills to rocking dinner tables – today was all about wildlife, wobbling, and wildly good fun (especially if you're Ros).
From champagne at 8am to chaos at Heathrow, our journey to Malaga was anything but dull. Dodging security confusion, rowdy golfers, and even a bit of airport smoke, we finally made it to our portside hotel—with charcuterie and yachts to welcome us.
Somewhere between sponge cake, synced movies, and surprise champagne at 40,000 feet, time stopped making any sense. But it was a heartfelt gesture from the Qantas crew that truly grounded us in the most unexpected way.
After arriving at Terminal 3, we needed to get to Terminal 5. The only way was to follow the throng of people through to where the bus transfers happen. Given it was around 7am, it was quite busy. We made our way through and up to have our passports checked. We had a good chat with the Border Force guy as he checked out our entry card – he wanted to know if the public service situation in Australia was similar to theirs – no pay rise in quite a while and less people.
After hopping off the plane, we joined the throng of people heading towards the connections area. I was surprised at how quick and efficient it was. We didn’t stop at all from that point and then tried to work out where to go next to get to the lounge. The airport was huge, but even more so the lounge.