Australia

25th June, 2009, AEST 7:45pm

So it has the making of an epic, five people, travelling to the other side of the world on a quest to realize heir dreams on an adventure that will be remembered for years to come. Back to reality, and what a pity it’s my family really. Our adventure began yesterday at 7:30pm, leaving home in pursuit of a plane that would begin boarding in approximately four and a quarter hours. Said plane left Brisbane airport at around 12am, and the journey began After much air sickness and pressure induced/tiredness induced headaches on my behalf, we arrived in Singapore after a seven and a half hour flight. For me, this was amazing as the only body of water I had ever flown over before was the Bass Strait, and let’s face it, going to Tasmania doesn’t count as another country. Then again, regardless of it being a state of Australia, it’s pretty foreign I suppose. Anyway, this feat I was very proud of myself for up till now. It was unfortunate that we could not leave the airport however an explore. Alas, we spent our time in a foreign country bickering, buying a new camera and magazines and generally just being slow (all but buying the new camera I found incredibly frustrating). By 9:05am, Singapore time, 11:05am Brisbane time, our flight was set to leave. As geeky as this may sound, but I have never been so impressed with a public transport company being on time, because that’s just not possible, but I found it in Singapore Airlines. However this feeling of satisfaction was soon taken over b y the thought of how long the next leg of our trip would be. It took seven and a half hours to travel from Brisbane to Singapore; it was so boring I could have bitten my own arm off. But this. This leg of the trip promised to take thirteen hours. Well, currently its 8:01pm Brisbane time and I have ot slept now in thirty-six hours. There is only three hours and thirty-two minutes left till we reach Heathrow, and soon our plane will cross over the Russian boarder and across the Sea of Avoz. Nine hours have past since we left Singapore and I believe we are on the home stretch now. I am really tired. I cam barely think, and everything is a big blur, and that good old air sickness is still rearing its head. It’ll be 2:47pm local time or later when we reach London, which will be around 11:47am Brisbane time. I actually brought my drawing stuffs with the as I had this romantic idea that I wouldn’t be tired. I’d be motivated. I’d want to draw for twenty-four hours. Instead I watched Watchmen twice, four episodes of Bones, Family Guy, The Simpsons and I think that’s about it. Wow, I’ve written a lot for something which is just observations made on a plane. I’ll put you out of our misery and return to mine and stop writing about my trip.

Well, here I am, making a blog at a site for travelers when the farthest I've traveled today has been to school ... kind of seems wasted, but never the less, my reign of terror at least extends to this site as well.

At least by making this account, I can be more in touch with mum and dad (and more specifically to dad via his blog) while they are away (yay ¬_¬)

Anyway, if for some strange reason some one other than father has reached this page, have fun seeing nothing, love.

Gabi