Day Twenty-Two - Melbourne to Dubai

I got a bit upset leaving Wellington. It is a lovely city and beautiful country but I do not think I will see it again, too many other places to visit. Flight to

Welcome to a soggy Melbourne

Melbourne was non-eventful.  I feel like I'm being fattening up for foie gras pate.  I give Qantas this, the vegetarian food is excellent.  I watched two good documentaries on the way over one was called We Don't Need a Map and it was a documentary by a guy called Warwick Thornton who is Australian and it was all about the Southern Cross and the colonial ownership of it from the indigenous people and how it has shaped the cultural and political landscape of Australia. They called about the Cronulla Riot of 2005 which I know nothing about but probably know an Australian who does!  The other was another little treat called Abortion: Stories Women Tell - it was based in America and in the state of Missouri where surprise surprise women have no rights. Hard hitting and makes me challenge the policies in America even more. OK to have guns and kill people but no choice over your own bodies.  Anyway, all this anger stopped me from being upset.

So arrived at Melbourne, in the rain.  What is this wet stuff falling from the sky?

Student life with an excellent flat white!

I haven't seen it for weeks.  It was grey and cloudy but I do like the Australians. They are gusty (that is what they called me in Hong Kong do you remember - a gusty girl!). So I am sitting here with a lovely flat white (such good coffee in Australia even at the airport, but New Zealand coffee was also good) and will do a couple of hours reading for my degree to while away the four hours ...... sigh!

So not much here to do at all.  I was going to have some new sunglasses -

Santa Wombat

nope, no sunglasses.  However, I did find a right little treat.  Some of you may know that my favourite animal is a wombat and I managed to buy a woman Christmas tree decoration.  Now, I probably won't even have a Christmas tree but at least I an put him on the fireplace.  So just an hour to go before I board, this is four hour of my life I will not get back! The next stop is Dubai and this will be a 14 hour and 5 minute flight. I then have a two hour stopover in Dubai then another 8 hour 10 minute flight to Heathrow.  It really is an endurance and I just know that I am going to be so tired and confused once I get back to the flat.  I don't even know what time it is now in London (Saturday morning I think) it is 21.40 here and I am Wellington time which is 23:40 so getting tired already.  The joys of travelling isn't as always cracked up as you think it is.

See you in Dubai.

As always, with my love x