Ian flies the world
The first snag was that our tickets had been issued incorrectly, so that I needed them to be re-issued at the airport. The other problem was that our original MCOs for hotel accommodation had been lost just before we left Port Vila, resulting in the problem of us having to fill in lost ticket forms, not a straightforward task at all. My advice to you is not to lose your tickets, but more of this later.
As for the journey itself, I am bound to say that it was completely unmemorable. Overnight we passed the International Date Line for the first time in that direction, giving the opportunity for us to enjoy 13 September twice. After clearing immigration and customs, the journey to Anaheim was much as it had been before, and as before we spent the whole of our time there at Disneyland. Disneyland stays largely the same. The family you take with you is what changes. However, for the first time the PeopleMover was working in our presence. Actually, it's not that interesting, but it was working for once.
Why am I not saying anything about the flight? It was unmemorable in the extreme, to the extent that I cannot remember a thing about it. It was a Boeing 747-400 and we were able to board pretty well when it suited us, being both Connoisseur Class passengers and travellers with young children. Beyond that, and the knowledge that it was a long, overnight flight, I remember little about it.
Immigration was straightforward at Heathrow. We had arranged to be met at Heathrow by a friend, but we had not bargained with the scale of arrivals at Terminal Three early in the morning. After about twenty minutes looking at the sea of faces, which perhaps is better described as an ocean of faces, we paged him. It is a simple process, resulting in people meeting much more quickly. A taxi quickly took us to Euston, where we took our leave of him, after a very short meeting. However, we would be staying with him for the last night of our stay in Britain.
For now, it was the train up to Merseyside, to see our families for the last time before we left to take up permanent residence on the other side of the world, a different prospect to a two year contract in Vanuatu, even if it had been extended.