I didn’t write today, but I have a pretty good reason for it which I will care to explain in more depth at yet another time.

But in short – it’s because I was busy flying to the other side of the world!

I’m in England now with my friend Georgina. We flew out of Melbourne at 10pm on Saturday, October 1 and arrived into London at 2pm Sunday, October 2 – which would be the equivalent of midnight Sunday in Australia.

I was far too tired to write by the time we made it back to Stokesby yesterday, so I am attempting to write somewhat of a recount of yesterday now, on Monday night, before writing for one today too. I hadn’t planned to not write, but after arriving back here to my English home of my Grandma’s by 5.30pm, and having conversations, catch-ups, dinner and dessert I was pretty beat and keen for bed. I think we went to bed around 8.30pm?

I had slept around 5 hours on the first part of the flight. We were going from Melbourne to Doha in Qatar, a flight of 14 or so hours. We’d got on the plane, got settled a little and as much as I’d have liked to go to sleep soon after I could smell the stinky plane food and realised we were still getting dinner served to us, so figured best to wait until after that had been served. It’s a pain falling asleep with the chair back only to be woken up by the stewardess to pull it forward so the person behind can eat their food. Yes it makes it easier for them, but if you’ve managed to fall asleep on a plane, I’d much rather be able to stay asleep.

Before sleeping I’d had a quick browse through the movie menu and made a bit of a playlist up of things I’d be interested in watching. There were four or five French movies amidst the mix, because I hadn’t practiced my French before take off for the 15 minutes – I’d done just one lesson – but I figured that watching the French films with English subtitles was a good and alternate way for me to learn. Interesting watching and when you turn away, with the headphones on of course, and you catch a glimpse of what was being said but then get lost so have to watch again to work it out.

I think I watched 3 or 4 more movies after my sleep. I tried dozing off a couple of times again but it didn’t happen. I watched a really fascinating documentary about a Mexican kayaker who had planned to drop off Niagara Falls. Really well produced and a good story line / point made in it too. Worth watching if you get the chance. The only other film that wasn’t French was some American thing set out in the wilderness. I thought it was okay to begin but just turned a bit strange so I fast forwarded to get to the end quicker.

We landed in Doha whilst it was basically still dark. The sun was only just starting to light things up, and it was a cool 27 degrees outside. We had a couple of hours in the new airport there so went walking all around the shops and different areas and gates before making our way to our own. It’s a superb architectural building. I always love flying through the Middle East and seeing the way their culture is reflected in the buildings and surrounds, but also because the make-up of people there is so different as well, particularly if compared to Asia. I like trying to guess where people may be from due to their dress and things like that. Highly recommend it. Also they are cheap and have great timing for the flights, in my opinion anyway. You get to leave at night, kill a few hours then sleep when you would be in Aus, then wake, eat, be awake for the ‘day’ as such, before jumping on the next leg where you may be awake for a bit at first, then try and sleep some before getting off in the middle of the day in London, so that you don’t have as long to be awake for before night falls and you should be sleeping there anyway. Basically I find it helps you to adjust more.

I was feeling pretty good in Doha. I’d been a bit nervy and sad at Melbourne, and couldn’t help but constantly feel  like it was a dream and not real. The flight was smooth, on both legs, but a few little times I just had to talk to myself a touch to see things straight. As I was saying Doha then felt really good and wasn’t bothering me at all. The second leg went by and when we got to Heathrow things were on my mind a bit more. For the second flight I’d only got an hour or so of sleep, and apart from that watched another French movie, a doco on the clock tower of Mecca, something else I can’t remember and then a bunch of docos on the Silk Road by David >>>>>>/ – it was a fascinating watch, and what made it cool was that for part 2 and 4 of the journey where he was and what we was talking about was basically directly beneath where we were flying at the time. Pretty mad. Want to learn more about it all, and by the way, Georgia looks stunning!

I’d had to split from George after getting off the plane as she was headed for Other passports and I had to go for the UK/Europe line. We said we’d meet at carousel 2 for our luggage, but I couldn’t see George when I arrived. I had gone through really quickly, and I saw the line was longer for the other section, but I didn’t expect it to take as long as it did. The bags took a fair time to come out. I got mine first, then saw George’s so grabbed that and waited to the side. I was hoping that she hadn’t been caught up arriving on a single ticket or anything like that. She came out not that much longer than her bags, and we made our way for the exit.

Viv spotted us on our way out of departures. We caught up on the way back, stopped at some services for lunch and then just continued to chat all our way home. Super grateful for the airport pick up, still all felt surreal.


Written;
From: 8.39 – 9.00pm (a day late)
In: Stokesby, UK