|Copenhagen –> Dusseldorf –> Abu Dhabi –> Sydney |
Twenty six hours.
We didn’t do too bad on the seating. The final leg was lightly loaded so we were able to shift into seats by the emergency exit aisle and stretch out for the duration. I woke up just as the plane crossed the Australian coastline at Port Hedland and followed our progress for a little while and then picked it up again much later when we’d gone down to the Great Australian Bight and tracked eastwards past Adelaide until disembarking in Sydney just after 7pm.
Europe is in the thrall of an extended winter and Sydney is having a long summer with March being warmer than February. We were greeted with 25C temperatures in the evening after a speedy pass through customs and immigration – Gustav was processed just as fast as I was.
I checked my email using the airport’s free wifi, and the first message out of London was a little distressing:
My first thought was that although his confinement time is going to be extended, at least this didn’t happen after he’d been sealed in the hold, with whatever consequences this may have entailed.
Vance picked us up a little while later and we were at his Woolloomooloo home by about 9pm.