It's 7.20am Sydney time, I've arrived.
I'm sleepy. Full of a cold.
Spent the flight from Bangkok to Sydney (upstairs - yah) throwing up and sitting on the toilet. Too much information. Lol - not a pleasant flight. Power chucking at 40,000 feet - it rocks!
They even wore rubber gloves when they collected my iced face towels (yah - they felt just wonderful) - feel isolation!
But the leg room was wonderful. And they gave me a electrolite drink to replace to the fluids. So, they do look after you!
And a couple of hours here, had a lovely shower, and about to tempt a cup of tea!
OMG - it's really coming to an end! Sent a txt to my sister and apparently my nephew Daniel still asks after Mike when he sees a plane - cause I went on one!
Fab.
:)
Mmm... Do I need to barf again?
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Deep. So, did you Barf again?? hehe :D
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