Both of my domestic flights had delays which meant running in airports to make connections. The international flight was a near continuous 15 hours of turbulence that made virtually any activity outside of listening to music on headphones impossible. Taken as a whole, this was by far the worst travel to Australia I’ve ever done.
Which made me even happier to arrive, and to rendezvous with Bernard at the airport soon afterwards.
What followed was a day that included some shopping…
Some eating…
Some drinking…
And picking up the car!
As of right this moment I’m going on 48+ hours without sleep and am slurring my words.
Tomorrow we’re off to the Blue Mountains but before then I’ve got a date with a pillow!