Despite its location in the middle of a giant ocean, Tahiti isn't actually so hard to get to. We took a 4 p.m. flight out of Nashville, 4 hr flight to Los Angeles, 5 hr layover until 11 p.m. LA time, then an overnight 8 hr flight to Fa'a'ā airport in Papeete, Tahiti, landing at 6 a.m.
The hardest part of a day like this is just getting to the flight. And it is added stress that people are coming to stay in your house, you have to leave it clean behind you, which is the opposite of what usually happens when one leaves on vacation. We ended up skipping church and needing that time to keep going over and over the packing and the cleaning, even though we were "packed" Saturday night. Manimal took his normal nap at home, but we kept Hamish awake with plans for plane napping. Our lovely neighbors gave us a lift to the airport in their minivan at 2.
As a general rule there were not any actual hiccups with any of our travel either direction, but that doesn't mean it was smooth sailing. We could not check in at a kiosk because of our infant in arms, and thus were forced to wait in a decently long line, made so by previous days' bad weather in Texas and midwest that had forced cancellations on cancellations. We were behind those people trying to rebook. Even when we were finally being helped, our individual check in took much much longer than usual. There was a little fear when the woman asked us about visas. Alli calmly informed the woman we did not need visas for travel to Tahiti. And she was right, whew. (we once missed a little jaunt into Australia because we'd failed to get visas renewed)
We'd hoped to get a good sit down lunch at the airport but instead had time for a quick run to pick up prepared sandwiches and bring them on the plane.
(so basically nothing compared to a Singapore flight) we finally arrived! Hamish was very confused by the steps as we disembarked. Where was the jet bridge? Where was the airport?