29 hours of sleeeep!!! well close enough

Have you ever seen Sydney from an aerial view... its amazing. As i was leaving i looked out the window and all i could think was how beautiful sydney was, it reminded me of the artwork that painter did who used maps as inspration for his paintings, Brad would know who he is. Lines were defined by the street lights and the whole place was tinkleing from cars passing treelined streets or buildings... I thought somewhere out that way all my friends and family are there and it made me a tad bit sad... but in the end i just thought I'll be back and it made me feel just that much better.

I wasnt excited and or nervous but i was scared... i was thinking this is crazy but thats me crazy never really think things through i just do it...

After waking up from a 7 hour or so flight i walk out of the plane and im hit with the humidity that Hong Kong has and I swear at myself for wearing a long sleeve shirt, pants and a really warm jumper... my bags are heavy and im still amazed at how i got through the gate with what feels like 15kg of clothes and things.

I find my terminal and gate and just when i thought i'd had enough sleep I end up falling asleep at the gate waking every few minutes as i was paranoid I'd sleep through and miss my flight.

My flight from Hong Kong to London was delayed by 40 mins and all i could think of was "I'm going to miss my flight". With my luck after we finally boarded the plane, I'm stuck in the only area where the TV and all the system ie lights weren't working on a 12 hour flight, so i stuck to sleeping, lucky enough i was sleeping in 4 hour blocks only waking to have something to eat.

An hour before landing I get moved to the front as the flight attendants were told that i had a connecting flight that was going to be very tight to get to and in the last hour i was watching girlfriends of the past haha im going to have to somehow get my hands on that and watch the rest cos it seemed good.

I'm landed in Heathrow and all i can think of is "shit im going to miss my flight" so I'm the first one off the plane and bolt up and I have no idea where im headed, I find a board and start making my way to terminal 5, my legs and arms are burning from the weight of my carry ons but i dont let myself slow down I run up the escalator and my legs are killing me and im wishing that i spent more time at the gym... im half way there and im on the bus headed to terminal 5... next stop immigration than security i manage to get myself up all the way to the front apologizing for pushing in... once i get through i have roughly 10 mins before the gates close so once again i start running im nearly white washed at this point and im dry reaching forcing myself to keep any vomit down my throat.... and there it was just around the corner gate A5...

I'd made it! im sitting in my seat all smelly and sweating my shirt is drenched in sweat and i felt like just ran 5 km with weights. I felt soooo ill from the amount of excercise i just did.

FINALLY landing in manchester... im in no rush to get off the plane and im one of the last to get off i have no idea where my bag was but than i spot a big red bag and i rush over grab it and nearly dropped it on some person feet lol yeah they weren't to impressed.

I walk out of the terminal and no one is there I look around and Darrens looking into space... we walk out and I'm greeted with the lovely weather Manchester has to offer... Clouds and rain, and im thinking "wheres the ac isnt England suppose to be cold???"

but it doesnt end there... we get to the apartment and just when i thought all the torture of lugging my 15kg carry ons were over the elevators are BROKEN!!!! so fire escape stairs it was... a whole 10 or so flights of stairs!!! my legs are about to give way and finally the last level is there...

First thing i do in the apartment get a drink and have the BEST SHOWER i have ever taken and sit on facebook haha...