We arrived at Perth international and got in the passport check queue. Lee went through first, fine. Then i rocked up with my passport and next minute the girl started shouting immigration... I was a little flushed... I could see panic on Lees face as he watched the immigration man come over. Id forgot to put ELLEN on my visa! The man fixed it in the system then I was good to go. Well good to go and get my bag checked. I don't know how smugglers do it? I was terrified and I wasn't smuggling anything! They give you a slip to declare anything that's in your bag and there's a high emphasis about telling the truth or else (I don't actually know what 'else' is, I was too scared to ask). Anyway I declared the wooden box my cards were in and that my flip flops had walked on soil... Lee had nothing to declare then we went through inspection!!! It was just like the tv program. In the height of the moment I didn't notice the bright orange label branding my bag 'heavy' - rude!
After all that excitement we were so relieved when we walked through the airport and Cathy was stood there waiting for us. I haven't seen Cathy since college and now she's a married grown up with 2 kids and a house.
We jumped in the car (oh and a car) and headed along a dark expressway type road to her home. The houses look like something off neighbours! Cath's sister Gemma was there so we sat up chatting, catching up then retired to our rooms.