Goodbye Tahiti.
We started our long journey home yesterday. We left Pepeete at 9:45pm Friday and got into Toronto, via San Francisco at 8:00pm Saturday. Pepeete International is a strange airport. It is an open air concept. The departure lounge has a roof but is missing two of its walls. You get a nice breeze, which I guess is the reason.
It was a long uncomfortable trip. Both flights were fully booked. The seats were so crammed together, any movement is torture.
Especially for Margaret. She caught some virus on Thursday, not Covid 19 thank goodness, and has not been able to keep anything down. The excessive mucus has resulted in long coughing spells. To make matters worse, all the coughing has strained her stomach muscles. She is dehydrated and weak.
It took over an hour to get our luggage at Pearson, so we didn't hit the road until close to 10pm. Marg was too weak from lack of sleep to drive all the way back to Port Stanley after being on a plane for close to 18 hours, so stay in Toronto overnight.
P.S.
On Sunday got to the hospital and the doctor confirmed, after multiple test, that it is indeed a virus. They treated her for her pain and replenished her fluids. So we are official home.
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