When the alarm is set with a time beginning with a ‘3’ , you know it’s never going to be a good day. So we got the text message to say our flight to Sydney was cancelled as we parked the car at Tullamarine. Not really a problem as we just jumped on another flight. Then boarded our Sydney to Johannesburg flight, only to waste time waiting for a Mr.Battista to show up and board too. So we waited, and we waited. He must have found the plane, as we did eventually leave. The boys watched almost every movie, played every game and generally asked the flight attendants for snacks at 30 minute intervals. So we made the 14 hours to Jo’burg, but then they fell in a heap. Been awake for 20 hours by now. Thanks to Mr.Battista (he better hope he doesn’t meet me in the street one day) we missed our connection to Cape Town. Having boarded a later flight, and managed to get the boys to walk whilst sleeping, we arrived at our accommodation in Cape Town (after the taxi took us to the wrong place – close, but too far to walk) we have clocked up 27 hours on the go. Sleep is a beautiful thing when you’re horizontal. And not, when you’re not.