We took all our family to Samoa after Chrissy.
Dear God that's a long squishy flight.
Bit late checking in, that happens when 8 people are on one ticket and there are several surf boards.
Anyway, finally through customs and immigration. Six of us head straight to the nearest bar. Two very sensible people get on board.
Phone rings, it's Sam, "Mum, dad where are you?" "We're in the bar of course" "Well the flight's about to leave and they can't find you"
OOOPS.
Next thing we hear is ......"Could the de Teliga family , Miss Sauer, and Mr. Rick please board the flight to Samoa".
Rick just loved that his name was called out. Anyway we ran to the plane and my advice to the gang was find your seat and make no eye contact with anyone.
Thank god for the boys, They had the hip flasks and Mark supplied the xanex.
Fabulous flight.
Arrived in paradise.
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