After nearly a year away, it was time to return home for a visit. It had been nearly a year since I (Jude) had been in Australia and 18 months since Richard had seen his family in any other way than a phone screen. Between us, we have seven children, three grandchildren, nine siblings, and one parent—so the pull of family ties and parental responsibility was undeniable
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We could also justify the trip financially. Long-term travel insurance becomes more expensive the longer you stay out of your home country, and returning saved us around $AUD1100. Plus, we could source some essential water-maker parts for $AUD500 less in Australia than in Europe, along with many smaller hard-to-find items. The southern hemisphere summer was just arriving, so it seemed like the perfect time to make the long journey back to Australia and New Zealand.
Seeing everyone was wonderful. Rekindling relationships, showing family that we’re thriving, and witnessing how well our adult children are doing without us—it was all deeply heartwarming. There’s always a bit of guilt lingering at the back of my mind about not being there for my kids more often. Seeing them strong, independent, and flourishing brought me peace. Richard doesn’t seem to carry the same guilt I do, but I know he felt a similar relief seeing his kids thriving. Maybe it’s just a mum thing.
After fulfilling our grandparent and parent duties and saying many tearful goodbyes, we started the journey back. Our route took us from Melbourne to Singapore, a nine-hour flight, then onward to Istanbul, Türkiye, another 11 hours. We planned a layover there for three days to explore the city during its quiet and chilly autumn.
Istanbul was incredible. Wandering through the Grand Bazaar, sipping Turkish coffee and hot chocolate, and marveling at ancient sites. The mosques, with their rich history and intricate architecture, were a highlight—especially the Hagia Sophia. Originally built as a Christian cathedral in AD 537, it was the largest cathedral in the world for nearly 1,000 years and remains a symbol of enduring history and culture.
From Istanbul, it was a short three-hour flight to Tunis, followed by a bus transfer to Monastir, where Helios awaited us. We arrived at the marina in the dark, greeted by 60-knot winds. Despite the dramatic weather, our marina neighbours met us with warmth, hugs, and homemade soup.
Helios was perfect—smelling fresh and new, waiting patiently for our return. As we stepped aboard, it felt like coming home.
This journey reminded us that while our adventures take us far and wide, home is a feeling you carry with you—whether it's with family, friends, or a trusty boat in a safe harbor.
Glad to hear everything is all good.👍