Trundling across the airport in the mobile airport “lounge” – this is what they call the funky little shuttles they still use to get to some of the terminals at Dulles. They actually cross over runways……
My provisions for the flight. I know I am a little weird but I never eat airline food. I have this fear that I will develop some hideous gastric bug. Actually, not only will I have this bug but also I will be prevented from using the toilet because of terrible air turbulence keeping everyone buckled in their seats. As the time from me leaving my front door and arriving at family’s front door is about 30 hours, at least I look slender when I arrive!
You fly through the night, from LA to Sydney, so there is nothing to look at for a very long time – well, even if you could see, you would only see water. You watch a movie and sleep and then look at your watch because you are sure that you must nearly be there. It’s somewhat depressing to see that you’ve only been in the air 5 hours and still have 9 to go!! It’s an exciting moment when your watch shows that you’ve gone over the half way mark – though even then you still have 7 hours more flying time!
I can see land….. I love getting that first view of home… it usually makes me a bit weepy:
I’m exhausted and starving but really happy to be home for a month. I’m really looking forward to meeting up with my kids for pizza dinner tonight.