06 September, 2008

Day 1 - Mr.T meets Papa

We finally made it. It tooks us 32 hours door to door from OZ to ze Vaterland - where is Scotty when you need him ??
Unfortunately we had to endure being in Coach all the way through and as you can imagine the Kat was not happy!! Fortunately enough the Cabin Crew felt for the Kat and Mr.T and spoiled us rotten - 'Would you care for some Champagne with that sleeping pill?'
All 30 odd hours were forgotten once we went through customs in FRA and saw Papas happy and excited face. It didn't take long for Mr.T and Papa to have a joke at the Kats expense - I know, I`m such an easy target. Meanwhile I`m writing this post, both of them are doing Yoga. What the...??
Needless to say once we got to Papas place we got fed with, yes you guess it right, Cake - did I mention it was 7.30am? Followed by a proper German breakfast - with different kind of bread rolls, meats, cheese and Leberkäse. And that was only the beginning of our Gourmet Tour of Deutschland.


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7 comments:

Lise said...

Good to see Mr T and Papa getting on like house on fire!! Missing you guys!

888 The Av 'n Gav Show 888 said...

Just knew papa was going to love you Tony...... and especially that laugh.

pommygran8 said...

Yoga mates eh! too good to be true.....and no doubt both chatting in fluent german too xx absolutely pouring down here-and cold-you are in the best place!

KMP said...

Poor puddy Kat - can only imagine the facial expression after that long in coach. You poor things!

So glad you arrived safely though.

Pouring with rain here and everyone has cabin fever so you're in the right place!!

Glinda said...

Nice reflex action (!) Right knee not so much. Sydney is wet and blowing a gale and NSW has had a coup. See what happens without Kat and Mr T?

schatzi said...

It's always worth the torture of the flight once you get there! LOVE the german Schmalz Musiek in the background! Viel Spass!

Megan said...

A well fed Kat I hope - purfectly content. Glad Mr.T and Papa are getting along. Think of us poor souls when eating those lovely German sausages. We are dying of heat here - parched and puffed!