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A very early good morning everyone. After an early morning taxi ride we are safely at the airport, checked in (very easy when travelling with hubby because his airline status allows us to skip queues) and enjoying a cuppa at Costa before our 6am flight to Amsterdam.

So far our experiences with airlines and wheelchairs have proven an epic failure so we are surely due a little luck and my wheelchair will arrive out of the hold in one piece and without any vital parts bent into spaghetti hoops! I will report back in a few hours as we have a short trip to Schipol before the long 12 hours to Johannesburg. Trying to be positive, that is two opportunities for them to get it right!

Bon voyage!

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… And it isn’t by flapping your arms!
As we had missed our booked flight because of the Moscow flight problems, we were moved to a later flight that was to leave in half an hour. At the check-in desk they couldn’t find us and after some frantic searching gave up and re-booked us. Mark requested some extra leg room and we then had to leg it (ha ha) to the gate which was 20 minutes away. To our great surprise and pleasure they had put us into premium class again.
Just enough time to get seated and we are off.
Armed with a lovely cup of English tea and fresh milk we are very glad the journey is nearly done.
No fuss, no bother and we arrive and collect all of our luggage – not a single lost item – a miracle after the affairs of the day.
The taxi is at the door and we are whisked homeward.
Tired but happy we look forward to a lovely rest in our own bed – restored and ready to plan our next big bundu bash!
I may do a post on high and lowlights of Moscow, in case there are any other wheelchair nutters out there who are prepared to face the old ‘Red Menace’ that is ‘Moscow in a wheelchair’!

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What a wonderful sight through the window of the aircraft to the sky-bridge – my k-2! It survived the Moscow flight in the hold.

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Safely back in England – we are one step closer to home. Only one flight to go but I think we missed our connection. More news to follow….

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I’m in cloud nine – literally?

Being the last on the plane seems to have borne fruit. We were put into first class but because the plane is jammed to the gunnels, the k-2 has been bumped down to the cargo hold – it does feel a little like poetic justice.
Happy flying, see you in London….

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Really- we are taxiing down towards the runway and only 4.5 hours late. I guess we have missed our connection out of Heathrow.

Up, up and away And we’re airborne.

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Delayed our delayed flight! We are now told that it is 2.50pm which is the flight that people were offered to move to. How do you fit 2 flights worth of passengers onto 1 aeroplane? I can see trouble ahead (hum along).
When the vicious mob thins out at the desk, we will find out about getting our delay vouchers – that’s if a BMI representative shows themselves with all these anger Rusky’s around!

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I believe we are now late for our promised 1pm resumation of our journey. We are however, back in a queue – with me at the back!
I have a bus and stairs to face before boarding, so I am really excited – NOT!!
Cannot understand why we aren’t going anywhere because the bus is here and the check-in staff, but somehow we all feel obliged to join a queue – baaaah….

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Four Russians offered to carry me down the stairs and onto the bus – would you have accepted? Not me!
I get hubby to assemble and bring my Trekinetic to the top of the stairs. We have had plenty of practice taking the k-2 down flights of 20 or more steps in Moscow.
Picture this – I get into my chair at the door and to the cabin crew and bus load of gawping tourists entertainment, we flick the switch to recline mode and with hubby holding me back, we head down the stairs. Bump, bump, bump x 20 and we safely reach the bottom.   I thought it was worth a round of applause from the audience but they are obviously a tough crowd.
Now just the bus left to negotiate. It is fairly full and everyone (including all the blokes) watch hubby struggle to held me up the stairs followed by my wheelchair and all our bags. Thanks for the assistance guys!!!
One redeeming male helped me off the bus and I am now back in the terminal building where this whole adventure started. Dejavu….
We are informed that we may leave at 12 maybe, or 1pm maybe. I ain’t holding my breath!

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