Flying

I have never liked long distance flying. 13 hours it took to get from Dubai to Sydney. 13 very long hours. It already went wrong before we entered the plan, as I got a different seat than I had on my ticket, meaning I would be separated from the rest. Once on the plane it appeared Lisianne’s seat was also double booked and she ended up next to me after all. The personal entertainment system helped to kill time, but the apparently better food of emirates I wasn’t able to enjoy as I appeared to be incapable of keeping my food inside and even the smell made me nauseous.

Luckily I had Lisianne and Annelotte to comfort me and also the crew was very nice. An unknown lady offered me her travel pills (unfortunately I couldn’t keep those in either). This confused the stewardess though; she first asked if the woman was my mother. This was not the case, so she then asked if I traveled alone, I said now and pointed to Lisianne and Annelotte, who was sitting two rows back. She then thought Annelotte was my mother, as this was also not the case, she asked us if we were over sixteen. Oh well, it is not like this hasn’t happened to me before.

Once we arrived at the airport we had to search for the arrival desk, where we would pick up our welcome package from the university. Unfortunately the desk was closed and so was the information desk we had to go to in case the arrival desk was closed. Tired and a bit pissed off, we managed to get to the hostel we booked for the beginning of our trip where we will stay while we look for a permanent place. A good night’s sleep did me well, but I am glad I don’t have to make that trip again for a while.