I’m well aware that I’ve been neglecting this a bit since I got over here, but I haven’t had much time to sit and write near a usable wireless network.
I made it over to Melbourne with a fairly small amount of hassle. A delay in Aberdeen turned a leisurely stroll across Heathrow into a mad dash to get clear of Terminal 5! I made the Sydney flight with about 10 minutes to spare, worried that like the last time I travelled to Australia, my checked bag would be left on the ground in London. Thankfully, when I arrived in Sydney my big red holdall was already waiting on the luggage belt. Immigration and Quarantine wasn’t so easy though. It seemed like five flights had arrived at once, and taking into account the 2 -hour delay in Bangkok, my connection to Melbourne took off before I even cleared passport control! A few frantic phone calls later, and after another run through an airport I boarded my final flight and met Meg in Melbourne airport just about an hour behind schedule.
So much has changed since I was last in Geelong, but so much still seems the same. It was good to arrive to something vaguely familiar before heading off to Sydney to start something completely unknown.