For any fans of logistics out there, here’s what it takes to move across hemispheres:
Me, two kids and a cat went via airplane — Frankfurt, Germany, across the Arctic Circle to San Francisco, CA USA, then on to Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. Actual flight time: 16 hours.
One and a half crates of stuff we wanted right away flew via cargo plane(s) from Germany to Hawaii. They left Germany 7 June (if I remember correctly) and were waiting for us when we arrived on July 23rd! Travel time: approximately 5 weeks.
Nine crates of Household Goods were taken by truck to a port in Germany, crossed the Atlantic on a ship, then crossed the USA via truck or train, and finished the trip via ship to Pearl Harbor, Hawaii where they arrived yesterday. I think the shipment must have broken some sort of land speed record because we were told it would take three to four months and it’s only been a few days over two months. A truck will deliver it to our new home on Tuesday!
Another crate and a hafl of things in storage in Arizona is due to leave there next week and arrive here in about a month. My fingers are crossed it will take less time as our washer and dryer are in that crate.
My car left Germany via truck then ship in mid-July and, according to the tracking website I checked a few days ago, was last seen at the port in Georgia where it will board a truck or train to Los Angeles and then get back on a ship for Pearl Harbor. I’m curious to see if it crosses the USA as quickly as our nine crates.
* Update: As of this morning, the car is in LA!!!!!
Finally, Mr. Incredible may also arrive early as his unit here wants him to join them for some training.
As a side note, technology continues to confound me. I tried the self checkout at the commissary (grocery store) today. I put my cloth bag that I always carry on the bagging table and it completely messed up the sensors. The computer kept telling me that I either needed to remove my personal items, or that my checkout item was of the wrong weight. It’s frustrating to try to do the right thing (not use plastic bags) yet have that thing cancel out the convenience of modern inventions. After a few odd looks from other customers and a bit of help from the guy overseeing the self checkout area, I got my way and convinced the machine that it was OK for me to have my own bag.