Or, as the Aussies say, ‘WELCOME TO 'STRAYA’!
I am beginning this blog from an apartment in a very sunny, central Brisbane. We are three months into our Australian adventure. It will probably take me a few blog posts to actually catch up to where we are now, but at least you know for certain that we’re both alive and haven’t killed each other, yet.
My blogs will primarily document mine and Adam’s travels around Australia but will also include ramblings about everything from family, friends to things I generally like to discuss or as Adam puts it things 'I like to moan about’. This blog will also save Adam a lot of earache, as I spend most of the day yapping to him about almost anything I can think of.
After a very long, delayed and claustrophobic 28 hour flight (supposed to be 24) me and adam arrived in Melbourne on an unexpectedly cold evening. We started our journey from Manchester airport on a mildly warm English summer day. Two weeks before we left Sheffield we had a leaving party and family, friends and colleagues wished us well for our journey to the other side of the world (literally). But there, on the 1st July 2015, stood our families and friends ready to wave us off. We both scattered to customs to avoid having a emotional breakdown and changing our minds about our travels. Once passed customs we waited to board our plane. Adam spent most of this time hugging me because I saw a girl with similar hair to my sister (they didn’t even lookalike) and so I couldn’t stop crying.
Once we boarded the plane I cried a few more times; this drew the interest of other passengers; I wondered if they thought Adam might be attempting to take me away against my will - if they did, they did nothing to stop him. We set off.
All of the excitement leading up to this point plummets to the earth when you think about what you’re leaving behind - family, friends & nice jobs. For the first three hours of the journey I sat with a puffy, red face. We both flicked through the on scree entertainment and I read the laminated emergency landing card more than I should have. We both tried to sleep but as most flyers know this is very uncomfortable and sleep is almost impossible. For what felt like only 40 winks, a hostess woke us up for food. Now, looking back, we shouldn’t have made a preference for Hindu meals; although they were delicious, our food arrived long before everyone else’s, therefore we had to wait for other passengers to finish their food before the hostess would come around collecting rubbish, so then you’re stuck with that annoying tray.
Once we landed in Dubai, our change-over time was three hours so we thought we would have enough time to relax -this was not the case. The shuttle driver spent 20-25minutes shuttling us from our plane to our gate. Once there we went through a security control, it was a long process but obviously a necessary one. By the time we arrived at our gate I decided to buy a bottle of water, I then walked 100 yards to the gate security and my bottle of water was removed from my bag! This made no sense as the security woman watched me purchase it. We only wanted the water because we drank less that a litre of water between us in 7 hours, even though we repeatedly asked for more. On the second half of the flight we slept. We woke up a few times in between the flight for food but before we knew it we were landing.
I was advised by my Dad and his wife to bring most of my winter clothes. Initially I thought it was a joke - I mean, how cold can Australia be, really? Turns out its bloody freezing and I didn’t bring my coat or anything remotely warm enough for the cold we were hit with. We got our bags and passed through customs; this was surprisingly easy compared to what they show on tv! We were greeted by my Dad and his wife, Rose, at arrivals and from then on our Australian adventure began!
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