The last 48 hours has been a cross between The Terminal (Tom Hanks) and The Midnight Express (Turkish Prison).


It was about 4 hours into the flight when Michael’s nose started to bleed. (He’d had rhinoplasty nearly 6 weeks ago and the surgeon didn’t think it would be a problem to fly. Boy, was he wrong). It was pretty heavy for a while, but did stop for most of the 15 hour trip. The flight however, was very turbulent. Babies were crying and vomiting all around us (which made us want to cry and vomit too) the plane looked like a bomb had gone off in it when we finally disembarked.
As we were making our way to the transit lounge – the snozzer started to bleed again. This time it was A LOT and we couldn’t stop it. We ended up having a paramedic take us to the clinic in the airport. The bleeding continued in there – to the point where the Dr made the call to send him to Doha hospital.

The Qatar Medical Team took possession of our passports and we had to go through a security checkpoint (that felt a lot like like we were leaving a prison)

Doha hospital was the complete opposite of the airport. It was like a Soviet block prison/hospital from the 1940’s.
To cut a very long story short, we were there for 5 hours. We had been given medication to stop the bleeding and then taken back to the airport (after a lot of pleading by us)
Only, when we got back to the airport we were shown to a bus that took us BACK into the city to a hotel where we were to stay (still without our passports) til we were taken back for our later flight. (We had missed our original connecting flights)
After a couple of hours of trying to find the Medical team at the airport to re claim our passports (and by now Susie was stressing to the point of feeling faint – it was like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from) we finally made it to the plane which took a 30 minute train and bus trip to the other side of the airport.
We were so glad to be leaving at that point – we were just wondering if our bikes were on that same flight with us.
We landed in Zurich and to our surprise (and delight) we saw our bike boxes!🎉




It’s a ‘rest and recovery’ day today.






We cannot tell you how happy we are to be here and can’t wait to start riding tomorrow.
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