On The Eve Of Yet Another Great Expedition

On The Eve Of Yet Another Great Expedition, Mum of Rockstar (kinda like Bride of Frankenstein) re-discovers her bizarre dependency on Ziploc bags…

(She Ziplocs everything, from ultra-low alcohol Mucky Pups hand foam from Bumps to Babes, to industrial strength disinfectant in dispenser bottles for spraying coffee shop tables, to extra change of clothes and a blanket/ towel for Rockstar for the 11 1/4 hour long-haul flight)

AIrports and planes and pretty much anywhere lotsa travellers congregate bring out Mum of Rockstar’s crazy in the worst way… Because she remembers ex-colleagues from London (she spent quite a bit of her work life in British banks) dropping by with a mild sniffle that would floor the Hong Kong office, British bugs being different from Hongkie bugs we hadn’t built resistance to…

Also cafeteria tables as she watches chicken skin, pork bones and all manner of gristly remnants of an asian meal get spit on the table the auntie/uncle then wipes with the damp dingy rag that then also gets dragged across every other “clean” table top in the place…

And because Rockstar’s pediatrician assures us the chance of catching something in the recycled plane air is always going to be higher and we may as well be resigned to it…

Into yet another Ziploc goes baby panadol, cough syrup, cold medicine, medicated skin cream, insect bite medication… Not because we think we are flying to an unhabited part of Siberia but because we don’t want the inconvenience of driving around looking for the right medication during the holiday season if we can help it…

(So Accidental Tourist right…)

(But in case you think Mum of Rockstar has gone completely round the bend, she should point out JD the border collie sleeps in our bedroom and is often found fighting for toys with Rockstar… Or accepting dog treats and snacks from his fingers – she draws the line at potential flus that can ruin Yet Another Great Expedition… or kill people)

Doesn’t this look at least a bit like KLIA? Except with chinese words…

Oh. Reproachful look from the mens… She has to put her iPhone away now… But not for long…

We fly around 2pm Hong Kong time, and will land around 10am San Francisco time… Jetlag City. So we start moving Rockstar’s clock from the morning before we fly:

9am: Leave Rockstar to sleep in while we pack; I intend to do away with his mid-day nap

2.15pm: Keep him occupied so he doesn’t fall asleep the moment the plane is in the air (he loves the humming and is due for a nap)

3.45pm: Put Rockstar down for a sleep – only instead of a nap, it’s going to be his “all-night” sleep. With about 91/2 hours left on the flight, Rockstar should wake 10am San Fran time as though he’s slept the whole previous night in San Fran.

And finally we reached San Francisco (the beautiful city of California)….

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