This post is titled after a bad German 1980s pop song, but it is appropriate as we (the bunnies and I) now do in fact live in America. After numerous goodbyes with different groups of people (the lab, the D&D guys, Ilda’s family), we sent the bunnies off with Animal Travel Agency and I did the last bit of packing. Oddly enough, the fact that I was leaving for good really only hit me when the bunnies left – Even sending off all the furniture the day before didn’t really ge the message through. It was an oddly emotional moment after they left.
That evening (after more farewells with Rudy and Bryan), I got on a KLM 777 and headed off. My trip was fairly easy and straightforward. I slept OKand even watched two good movies – You don’t mess with the Zohan and Recount. On arriving at SEATAC, I got on a shuttle to Redmond (which was full, so it took almost two and a half hours to get to there with all the stops in between). When I got to the house, again I had an odd moment – everything is so familiar, it was as if I had never left in July. Very odd.
The only thing left to do was to fetch the bunnies from Delta cargo at 9 that evening. I was a bit worried because I had not heard of anyone putting rabbits through such a long flight before. We asked Barry for a lift, and we got a bit lost finding the place as there is a lot of construction on the roads around there. Just as we found the place, they called and said that we could not fetch the bunnies, as they had not cleared customs. On top of that the customs office was closed for the night. Oh, I was hopping mad, but they did say I could come and see them in the warehouse, so off we went. They were in the animal holding room on their own, inside their little boxes. They had drunk all the water, but eaten almost nothing, which was a big worry. The girl who worked there was very nice, and helped me to refill their water buckets, and then I left them to go back home – the customs office opened at 8 am, so I could get them done then. It was a very long drive back home. Before I went to sleep, I booked a taxi for the next morning. I did not sleep very much.
The next morning, the taxi arrived on time, and although there was morning traffic, the HOV lane was open and we got there pretty fast. I asked the taxi to wait (he went to fill up with gas actually), and I went to do the paperwork. Except that the customs forms had to be filled out at the customs office. The taxi was off getting gas, so I walked there – I was walking pretty fast, and it still took me 15 minutes there, and 15 minutes back. All they did was stamp the form and type some stuff into the computer. I returned to Delta cargo, finally got the bunnies, and they seemed ok, but a little lethargic. I pulled out an emergency reserve of basil and parsley which I had taken, and popped it though the ventilation holes – wow they both went mad for it, scarfing it down at record speed. At that point, I knew they were ok.
When I got them home, it was tough to get them out of the travel boxes, but they adapted to the new enclosure were well. They spent most of the day eating and stretching out as much as possible. I guess air travel is fairly similar for people and bunnies.