It was 6:30 a.m. After 2 days of travelling all the way from Montreal, taking many flights, and even missing one, the old Air Canada Boeing 767 finally landed in Sydney Australia. The sun was slowly rising, giving Marc and me a spectacular view of the City from the skies. As the airplane arrived at the airport’s gate, the flight attendants sprayed the carry on luggage to kill any dangerous foreign insects. I remember the same thing happened when I landed in New Zealand in 1998.
We left the airplane and went through Australian customs. I was stopped to be searched, but in a very polite and genuine way. The agents were kind and the whole ordeal lasted just a few minutes. We were soon out of the airport and looked for a taxi to get to our hotel.
Even if I hadn’t slept for hours and hours, and my back was aching from the economy class seats, I was very excited to be in Australia. The taxi ride from the airport is always an introduction to the city. The streets were still empty because it was early Friday morning. The sun was giving warm rays, a sign that it would be a beautiful first day in Sydney for us!
