It was a bit of a trek getting here, I can tell you. My flight left Sydney at 9.10pm on Monday, at which point I was already pretty tired. The A380 is pretty cool, definitely, and had, I think, a tiny tiny bit more space than usual, but it was still pretty uncomfortable, and I didn't get more than about 4 hours of stiff-necked sleep.
I should have had hardly any time at Dubai airport, but the flight was delayed due to some sort of technical problem - and they didn't tell us what was happening so there was mounting discontent before we finally boarded. That leg of the flight was fine, though - seemed to fly by compared to the 14 hour flight from Sydney. It was daytime, which helped, and I was able to take some wonderful photos of some reservoirs and mountains we flew over in Turkey (Search for Elazig in Turkey on Google Maps and you'll see the ones I mean).
Eventually I got to London, sped through customs, hopped on the tube, and arrived at my Nan's house tired and icky. I managed to last until 9 (OK, I had one tiny lapse of "resting my eyes") and then crashed out for 12 hours. And here I am! In a poky little mobile phone shop in Southgate, where I will buy a UK SIM card - if anyone wants the number let me know and I'll email it to you.
That's enough for now, I'll write something more interesting once anything interesting happens.
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