A rainbow welcomed me to Melbourne International Airport yesterday afternoon.
I think that trip is #2 on ‘Jen’s Top 10 Worst Trip Ever’ list. It was horrific. At first, I was stuck sitting next to this guy but as the plane’s doors were shut, I made a dash to a row of seats at the front of my cabin only to find that the arms wouldn’t go up so I couldn’t lay down on all three seats.
Have you ever had your sleep interrupted by one of your limbs just aching to be moved every 5 minutes? I had that all the way to Sydney – this feeling that if I didn’t move my leg, it would just fall off and die. It’s the weirdest feeling. It’s almost excruciating. It kept me up all through the flight.
By the time we got to Sydney I was feeling much better. I got myself a frappucino from Starbucks and that perked my up quite nicely. I HATE being in transit. I don’t know why they can’t have just one flight direct from Jakarta to Melbourne every week. It’s ridiculous.
I almost got onto my knees and kissed the ground when I stepped out of the Melbourne airport. I had to brave a chatterbox taxi driver to get back to my house though. But that just didn’t stop me from smiling ear to ear.
It’s now the morning after and I’m feeling absolutely wonderful. I’m freezing my arse off but I’m happy to be experiencing my first Melbourne winter in a looong time.
My Melbourne winter morning. It looks like it’s about 5am, but it was taken at around 9.30am this morning.
