I don’t even really know where to begin. But what the fuck is even happening?! The world as we know it is crumbling under our feet and I am half way across the world, pretty much the furthest I could be, from my home. My sanctuary. My safe place.
After thinking we could ride out this storm and go and ‘self isolate’ in the car in the epic road trip we had planned for our last few months of the tour, our dreams were brutally dashed as inter state travel bans and a crack down on non-essential travel were implemented by the Australian government. We didn’t want it to end here but, after a lot of heartache and discussion, we decided to book a flight home. Our trip of a lifetime was ending.
If only it was that simple. As time went, and goes on countries tighten the restrictions on public movement and governments shut down borders and refuse flights entry. Our flight was cancelled. No surprise really. Then, and only then, does the Foreign Office decide to issue the advice of ‘come home now if you can get the flights’. Now. If. And if we can’t? Well it so happens that if we can’t, I bet you can guess how many fucks they give. A big fat zero. Calls to the insurance, calls to the British Consulate, calls to the travel agent. Setting up Twitter accounts, joining Facebook groups and topping up the data on my SIM card to keep on top of the rapid changes in news. Watching the local news, checking our apps for the latest at home and keeping family and friends up to date. I’m done. And so bloody bored of having my phone in my hand! It’s a constant barrage of information and messages.
Apparently the Foreign Office is working on it, and I’m sure they are, I’m just very disappointed in them. Me and the thousands of other people stranded around the world, with no information, as they only decide to tell us to come home after the world closes its borders. I’m very much aware we are in an extremely fortunate situation and we have some lovely friends to stay with, we have access to supermarkets (albeit with limited stock) and are healthy. We are staying on a farm so lots of space to explore with fresh air, and not many people around. But so many others are by themselves, nowhere to go, nobody to rely on, travelling with children, medications running low. And funnily enough not many of us can afford the £20,000 flights home which were being advertised by one airline! It makes the £1200 ones that are available now seem cheap, but considering our initial flights cost about £350 I feel like the airlines are turning you around, pulling your pants down and rubbing their greedy little hands together.
And I say ‘available now’ but actually, even though they’re online to book, the conflicting information about where you can transit through, reports of overbooking and cancelling left, right and centre does not encourage me to book.
Bojo has finally taken notice, and hopefully soon they will realise that regular travellers, like us and many others, simply cannot afford to pay over a grand for a flight especially when our money has already been spent on flights that have been cancelled and the airline refuses a refund. ‘Credit vouchers’ my arse. I’ve called the credit card company to cut them off at the source. Greedy wankers.
Can you tell I’m a bit pissed off? I’m so up and down with it to be honest. We keep getting the comments ‘why don’t you just stay there?’. It’s not that simple. We have no income. We have one backpack of belongings each. Australia is going to be on lockdown soon, I can feel it; every day new restrictions. It’s easy to say this when you’re in the comfort of your own home, in the same country as your friends and family. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing I would rather do less than sit on a plane full of people for 24 hours, possibly not being able to get off, but if we can get home we can get jobs and we can get on with our lives. Even if it is in quarantine for a bit, we can start to work toward the future and even help others out. At times I feel utterly useless here.
That said, I’m fine really. Just having an ‘arrggghh’ moment, and I clearly needed to get that off my chest.
Oh yeah, warning: this article may contain strong language. Maybe I should have put that at the start…? Ah well, fuck it. Here’s some photos.
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