Dunedin to Doha
Our Dunedin interlude was over and after a significant luggage triage process, Teagan and I headed over to Doha via a short-break in Auckland at the Heritage.
Our trip was generally very good, although we had numerous small problems at the Heritage: child becoming locked in the room on her own as they didn't have the safety catches sorted out, stuck in the lift, nearly double charged for our private car meet and greet service and importantly, the "relocation" of "daddy's stinky t-shirt" to the main laundry by the keen housemaids (bah humbug as this induced tears of desparate missing daddy sadness).
Buggies and airports rapidly became another problem (although she is 4 and technically has good legs, a buggy is an absolute for grottiness). Tell me, how does one managed on their own with 4 items of hand-luggage (two for child and two for Mum), and over-tired 4 year old and a 4 hour wait in Melbourne airport when your buggy has been checked through to Dubai (not even my end destination!!). Solution - an outdated, made for a super wide prosterior, wheel chair!!
The flight to Doha was about as smooth as I could ask for. The food was excellent, movie selection great and robotic child, a dream (literally). The cabin crew made up her bed (including top and bottom sheet), and then I told her to go to sleep.... miracle, she slept; mind-you, only to wake up some 5 hours later to continue her epic movie watch (the flight was 15 hours so only a short part was slept). Needless to say, finally she found her father at Doha airport with all luggage intact including the buggy - saved from a brief encounter with Dubai.
Our Dunedin interlude was over and after a significant luggage triage process, Teagan and I headed over to Doha via a short-break in Auckland at the Heritage. 
Our trip was generally very good, although we had numerous small problems at the Heritage: child becoming locked in the room on her own as they didn't have the safety catches sorted out, stuck in the lift, nearly double charged for our private car meet and greet service and importantly, the "relocation" of "daddy's stinky t-shirt" to the main laundry by the keen housemaids (bah humbug as this induced tears of desparate missing daddy sadness).
Buggies and airports rapidly became another problem (although she is 4 and technically has good legs, a buggy is an absolute for grottiness). Tell me, how does one managed on their own with 4 items of hand-luggage (two for child and two for Mum), and over-tired 4 year old and a 4 hour wait in Melbourne airport when your buggy has been checked through to Dubai (not even my end destination!!). Solution - an outdated, made for a super wide prosterior, wheel chair!!
The flight to Doha was about as smooth as I could ask for. The food was excellent, movie selection great and robotic child, a dream (literally). The cabin crew made up her bed (including top and bottom sheet), and then I told her to go to sleep.... miracle, she slept; mind-you, only to wake up some 5 hours later to continue her epic movie watch (the flight was 15 hours so only a short part was slept). Needless to say, finally she found her father at Doha airport with all luggage intact including the buggy - saved from a brief encounter with Dubai.
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