I currently write this from seat E16 on the flight from Brisbane to Dubai.
As a completely unseasoned traveller I am about to embark on what may be the longest 5 weeks of my life. And hopefully the best.
I’ve never been a fan of change. It always sneaks up and bites me on the ass. But I am excited for this change. Wary. But excited. Maybe it’s wrong to hope something changes you, and maybe actively hoping stops it from happening. But I do.
I’ve never liked, or read travel blogs. Or any travel writing really. I don’t read travel magazines or watch travel documentaries. And as much as I’ve always wanted to, the only travel I thought I’d be able to experience was in my dreams.
Let’s be honest, reading about it is kind of boring. There are 10 million of the above already floating around the internet. The guides. What to see. What to do. I did the research leg work.
So I’m going to write about the things I didn’t expect…
For starters the plane is giant. Newly international travellers be aware – planes have two stories!?
After what can only be described as a strange dinner (which wasn’t exactly bad but wasn’t good either….just edible I guess is the best word) I cannot for the life of me sleep. And in quarters like these I wonder how anyone can.
I’ve started and failed to finish two movies. Which is surprising considering I don’t have a phone or internet to divert my attention. I’m realising as I’ve gotten older my attention span has wained considerably. I find it hard to sit through a movie now, when in high school it wasn’t unusual to sit through 5 in a row….
So there are these dots of light on the plane isle roof. At first I thought they were those glow in the dark stars I had on my bedroom ceiling as a kid but now I’m wondering whether they are actually holes in the roof…
I’m going to have to ask someone about that.
God I’m so tired.
(Dubai to Rome)
30th of September
After a 3 hour stopover at Dubai airport where a round of Starbucks coffee’s cost more than the round of beer we ordered at the restaurant next door (!!). I am back in the air. My laptop still tells me it’s the 30th, I’m not sure if it’s actually the 30th in Australia, Dubai, Rome or everywhere. And I’m equally not sure to whether my first alcoholic beverage was poured (& consumed) at 9am in the morning – but surely it’s 5pm somewhere.
deep and meaningful thoughts and observations:
- the cute, teeny, tiny spirit bottles paired with the small plastic cup half filed with ice and 3/4 with mango juice – after 2 – are killer. Sky high people. Sky high.
- the actual sky high club cannot exist. I mean seriously. Anyone (and almost everyone) see’s you go in. And come out. There’s no way you’re slipping two humans in there. And even if you do, I hardly doubt you’d be able to engage in any fun whatsoever . Movies you lie. (But then again after another 2 of these magic, teeny bottles, I’d probably think it was worth a shot to…)
Okay I’m so tired I’m delirious.
That’s all for now.
See you in Rome.