* Got Internet now. Getting my outdated entries out of the way...
With all the woolies and fleeces jammed into my bag, I had fully intended to dress the kids up before even stepping out of the airport as I didn’t think they would be prepared for the cold.
But as it was close to midnight, as we were struggling with a truckload of bags and as a van driver who offered to drive us to our destination for a A$40 flat fee was already hurrying out of the airport, we ran along without wearing anything extra.
The van was alright. It was downright warm inside. (And for the record, the driver didn’t even know where to go. He had to stop several times to check his road directory)
The problem was when the van driver, after depositing our bags outside the lodge, drove off and we had to navigate the short trek into the lodge and up the stairs.
See, a wind blew. And suddenly it was freaking freezing.
Dee started screaming while Day hurried behind me, mumbling “I’m cold, I’m cold”.
First thing I did when I reached the room, I packed her into a fleece.
* Thanks again, Karen! She’s been surviving on Alicia’s stuff!
And Day into his sweater.
Soon after, we collapsed into deep sweet slumber, the kind only possible when it’s chilly outside and you’re tucked in between warm sheets.