I never want to be in an airport again. Rob, who is an angel, picked me up in Auckland and then got up at 5.30am to fix the shower for me, then take me to the airport. I really really appreciate that, thank you so much :)

3 hours to Sydney? Something like that. I slept most of the way. Then 5 hours in Sydney airport which wasn’t actually too bad, thanks to wireless internet, IRC, Vent and amusing friends to keep me company. I asked a girl at a food kiosk if there was anywhere I could smoke. “No”, she said in thick Australian accent, “but you could sneak one in the bathrooms, hur hur, just make sure you lock the door”. Yea ok, cuz that little sliding lock will prevent smoke and the airport police arresting me on the spot. Australians are a weird breed. I remember going through customs there last time. There were TV screens showing different types of weapons that you weren’t allowed to have on you, including ninja stars and blow dart guns. “Who carries a blow dart gun on them?” I wondered out loud. This old woman tapped me on the shoulder, looked me straight in the eye and said, “Aborigines”. She was totally serious.

6 hours from Sydney to Singapore. I wish my stopover had been in Singapore, its a really nice airport. Got chatting to a Kiwi from Napier who had worked all over the UK shearing sheep. Only half an hour there, then back on the plane to start the 12 hour trip to London.

Boy did that suck. I slept a lot, my back and neck hurt now. Sleeping whilst sitting up right is not comfy. Also, the food was really bad. Yea I know airplane food is usually bad, but this was inedible. Awful fish for dinner, then for breakfast they’d run out of hot meals so I had half a danish that was smothered in cinnamon. I freaking hate cinnamon. Georgie picked me up from the airport and got me sorted on the tube.

I’m currently sitting in our room at the moment, stealing someones internets. Its not going to be too bad sharing a bed I don’t think. I’ve managed to organise meetings with the bank already, I’ve had a wander round Putney. Went to the local net cafe to print out some stuff. “2.30″, the man told me. He watched me slowly pull out assorted coins and stare at them carefully. “Ok, 2 pounds” he grunted and took a coin from my hand. Hehe. The next thing on the list is finding a job…