I’m in Australia. This is my 18th return visit since I left and my fourth in the Australian winter. Yesterday included my 60th crossing of the Pacific, and best I can estimate was about my 62nd day of my life spent in the air (I really need to calculate that more accurately one day).
The 31 hour journey was hell of course; here’s a series of photos taken throughout, one on each plane and one shortly after arriving at my hotel:
It appears the stresses of the journey seem to have elongated my very head!
After arriving I wandered around Sydney like a footloose parvenu, drifting here and there and pausing only long enough to buy $187.20 worth of postage stamps (that’s not a typo).
The locals welcomed me as they always do, but alas the rigors of travel were impossible to ignore even with the energy of a Big Mac meal, four Chomps, a bag of cheese & onion chips, a frozen coke, a chicken kebab and – as evidence of how dog-tired I was – a zero sugar Solo:
I went to my bed with the sun high in the sky, and now am fully awake with the moon not even at its peak. Jet lag is fun isn’t it?
Glad you made it safe and semi-sound! That photo taken at the hotel is a shocker!
I hope your jet lag is over very soon, and I’m looking forward to sharing your trip.