Although I was able to get a flight out of Australia within a day, it took me 3 months to get back.

Government limits on international arrivals means there are few commercial airlines actually flying to Australia, those that are flying can only have 30 or 40 passengers on each flight. Flights were cancelled or rescheduled as quotas were reduced by the government. A ludicrous situation.

On 10^th December the earliest Business Class seat I could get was on 25^th January. That flight got cancelled. The next available seat was 4^th March. I had to pay £ 4,500 again, waiting weeks for the refund of the cancelled original booking. Ironically it was cheaper to get a return ticket One way to Sydney was over £5,000. Economy tickets were even more scarce.

The 4^th March flight was also cancelled. Fortunately, my UK travel agent was able to move my booking to a flight on 9^th March. Third time lucky. 

I celebrated with a few glasses of bubbles and enjoyed the full Business Class experience. Heathrow long haul departures was empty.

Thousands of Australian Citizens have struggled to get home in the past 18 months. There are still 38,500 Aussies stranded overseas.

Behind this number are real people, living in highly stressful situations of uncertainty, financial impact, juggling employment, housing when expected departure dates keep changing. Missing family and friends, missing the big life events.

I was fortunate to have a house to live in, have financial stability, have a job I could do remotely and have my daughter staying with me.

The sale of Mum’s house was going smoothly but the logistics of actually clearing the house and moving out, getting specific PCR tests within 72 hours of flight, was a leap of faith, knowing that flight could still be cancelled at the last minute. It was a very tense time. 

Government repatriation flights were few and expensive. For many people, they have been a last resort after multiple cancellations.

I know that we chose to live in an ex-convict settlement, but I never expect to be Locked Inside Australia, unable to leave without Government permission. That has been the reality for 18 months. 

This is my experience of leaving Australia in November 2020…..

I had to get permission to leave Australia due to the total travel ban. My dual nationality helped me get permission on compassionate grounds. 

At the airport, the check-in clerk had to phone the government department in Canberra to confirm each passenger. I knew there would be mandatory 14 day hotel quarantine on my return.

I arrived at Heathrow and walked straight out. No one checked where I had come from. No one said anything about quarantine or self-isolation. No one checked that I had completed the UK “Passenger Locator Form”. 

Sydney had 9 international flights leaving in a 12 hour period. Flights were almost empty.

Airport was like a ghost town. Only a handful of food outlets open. A couple of shops to buy books, magazines, etc. One Duty Free shop open. All designer shops were closed and empty of all stock, abandoned spaces.

Flights were the best I’ve ever taken. I had 18 seats to myself in economy. No queues for the toilets. 

Passenger gift bag had no socks or eye mask, but face mask, hand sanitizer and anti-bac wipes. Face masks were mandatory, even when seated.

Australia’s Hotel Quarantine is 14 days locked in a hotel room. Some hotels had balconies but mine didn’t, so no fresh air. Eye drops helped with the constant air conditioning. 

3 times a day there was a knock and a meal bag left outside the door. We had to wear a mask to open the door and wait a couple of minutes, so I never saw the delivery person. 

The food was actually very good, tasty healthy meals, plenty of vegetables, salads and fruits.

A valuable tip was to take my own cutlery, plate and sharp knife. I was grateful that I followed this suggestion as plating up the meals rather than eating from the carboard or plastic containers made a big difference. 

We had a daily phone call from a nurse, to check how we were doing, our physical and mental health. 

On Day 6 my daughter SE dropped off a parcel for me. She and the grandkids then waved to me from the street below my 11^th floor window. Such a lovely surprise. I had kid art to brighten up my walls, plus other treats. Flowers from my husband. The days passed by.