So we boarded about 10 minutes late and I was asleep before we were in the air. Eventually I got my seat into the relax mode and then they made up my bed and I actually slept (usual disrupted sleep) for the first seven hours of the flight – skipping the dinner service and the like.
The English dude/wanker next to me was an amazingly fidgety guy. He was probably in his late 50s and went to the overhead to get something about a dozen times during the flight. He has his magazines in individual plastic covers, got flight attendant to come remake his bed a couple of times while arrogantly ignoring them the rest of the time. It is weird – I go out of my way to try to be as respectful of others sleep but it seems others don’t give a shit.
We were in Virgin Australia Row 5 – the supposed ‘celebrity’ row which is a cabin of only seven business class seats. These can be further cordoned off so I ended up in the middle of the night in this tiny box to just me and then fidget in 5B. Quite bizarre really.
Well and truly stuck on Orlando time I woke up about midnight Sydney time (10am on the east coast of the US) with about 5h45m to arrival. I climbed over my cell mate and went to the bathroom and grabbed a drink before I settled in to watch a couple of flicks as we headed closer to Sydney. First up watched the rather torrid Killing Them Softly followed up by the conspiracy of The Broken City.
As we got closer to Sydney and over breakfast I watched the rather violent Gangster Squad. Not exactly the most positive end to the time away.
We arrived at the gate just before schedule and was through the border in no time thanks to being one of the first off the plane and the Express Path. Out to the car and then home to my own bed before 7am. Brilliant run.
The biggest struggle this weekend will be staying awake to a reasonable hour today and resetting my body clock over the weekend for work on Monday.