After the phone-left-in-the-car incident, we hoped the rest of our 28 hour journey would go smoothly.

Flight number 1 from Bali to Singapore went off without a hitch, but we knew that in Singapore we only had a few hours to fit in changing terminals, going through immigration, collecting our bags that we’d left weeks before, visiting the indoor waterfall (again!) and getting to the right departure gate.

Luckily for us, it all went perfectly and we felt like extremely experienced travellers as we made our way around confidently. And for those of you desperately wondering if we made it to see the waterfall on our third try – we did! Success at last!

It felt strange to be reunited with our two big bags we’d left two and a half weeks prior, the kids had completely forgotten what one of them looked like as we’d also left it full of summer clothes in Auckland when we were travelling around New Zealand.

We fitted in a pit-stop at the airport for some dinner as our Singapore-Frankfurt flight wasn’t leaving until gone 11pm and we weren’t sure when we’d get fed (plus we were being moaned at by hangry children!).

Once we were on board and we’d worked out how to operate the individual televisions, we settled down ready for the 12 hour flight. Something wasn’t right though, as we didn’t leave the airport for quite some time… over an hour later we received an update from the cabin crew – a lady wasn’t well and had decided to get off the flight and remain in Singapore to receive medical attention. Thankfully she was going to be fine, but it did mean that several of us on the flight now had to worry about getting to our connecting flights on time.

Was Frankfurt forever going to be labelled as the airport where we miss connections??

Nothing we could do about it though, and it wasn’t too much longer before our flight took off, phew! The extra delay did mean we felt like we’d been stuck in those little seats for far too long, but everyone got a couple of hours sleep at least, which was good.

Thankfully we made it to Frankfurt in time to hurry through the airport, catch a transit bus to the right gate and board our flight to Bristol… now we just had to hope our luggage had made the same speedy journey!

The pilot told us it was raining in Bristol… sounds about right for the end of August and our welcome home! But in all honestly, we don’t care – we are excited to see our family and friends and Maggie the dog!