“Any time is last, because it is unique.” Marguerite Yourcenar

A page turns, a chapter ends, we can perhaps say that a book is closed and our hands rest for a moment on the back cover, our eyes unfocused, head still full of this story.

An annex was nearly added, between watching movies on the computer, stroll through the five floors of Suvarnabhumi Airport and discovery of the food court on the first level where we take our last Thai meal, much cheaper than the restaurants on floors, waiting hours ended up égrainer. Three hours before takeoff, our Emirates flight to Dubai is displayed on large panels of departure and we take the path on the top floor and lobby full of registrars. When it is our turn we like a déjà vu while the hostess frantically typing on her keyboard and called his manager.
At a time when the passport is supposed to be sufficient to board I tell myself that I have done better to print email exchanges, banking tickets, validation email, or record our telephone conversation with Qantas when we changed our date return in March 2015. For it seems that our booking number and our names are not enough…

“We have your name but can not open your tickets. I can not make you embark.” Just that ! “Must you call Qantas.” But still ? “There is a cyber café on the corner, by cons in closes at three quarter hour.”

Bah see, already that the explanations in a largely English seasoned with Thai accent difficult to understand, here he drives the point. Action, reaction, we head in charge of our luggage, management call center, my credit card does not work – thank you bank, Fortunately Ronald its Australian card and can purchase an international calling card hundred baht for forty-five minutes. On the other side of the handset, very relaxed Qantas interlocutor does not understand our situation or even the urgency of it since it puts us on hold twice as we look, powerless, The minutes scroll. With a return at the counter, the light finally done about the problem : Ticket numbers are not good, Qantas employee who made our change of dates has perhaps not done its job to the end.

Checked baggage, c’est presque au pas de course que nous passons douane et contrôle pour nous assoir avec soulagement dans la salle d’embarquement. Quoi que l’on se voyait déjà au Novotel juste à côté de l’aéroport, to 8000 bahts la nuit (~200€), profitant de quelques jours de vacances supplémentaires au frais de Qantas bien évidemment. 😈

Une heure cinquante cinq, nous décollons pour presque sept heures de vol fuyant la nuit vers un atterrissage aux aurores à l’aéroport de Dubaï. Repas, petit-déjeuner et films, nous avons ensuite deux heures d’escale, time for a beer and a coffee before getting ready for a new shipment to take place directly on the asphalt after long minutes of bus – amazing for an airport if the modern look. this boeing 777, always Emirates, appear wider inside than its predecessor, larger screens and more smiling hostesses ! The morning light allows us to observe the city to take off and after a third breakfast followed by a nap, we enjoy the best view we've ever had in plane : the sky is clear and we fly over the mountains of Iran and Turkey.

Over Iran

Approaching Turkey

Landing at 24:20 at Nice airport, Customs controls are quick and to the other side of the door, For our greatest pleasure, We await my father, brother Ronald and daughter. For if we are very happy to see family and friends, we are not especially to be back… and look forward to future destinations !

To be returned, to be back … This is where return ? Where is home ? Would this not where one is, where one lives one last time ? Memories that become times, numerous, which added to each other are a multitude of… Past !

It is time for the Avventura, c’est à dire réparer la maison et son différentiel arrière, faire la fête pendant les fêtes et préparer un nouvel itinéraire de voyage, de vie et d’amour pour la (e)motion of life !

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