Sydney is actually clearer and nicer than the weather reports suggested. We arrived (dare I say) with a "crash." I think the pilot misjudged his distance from the ground and we landed with one hell of a thump.
Ginnie is busily doing the rounds of duty-free despite her earlier statements that there was nothing she needed or wanted.
The QANTAS lounge is like all such lounges the world over. If you didn't know you were in Sydney you could just as easily be in Los Angeles, New York or London. Distance seems so long in terms of the time (14 hours cooped up in an elongated cigar tube) and so short at the same time. I remember reading something a year or two ago about how trains changed travel in the UK removing and distancing the traveller from the landscape. Air travel has extended that, distancing us to the point where we cannot even see the landscape, let along smell it, touch it or hear it.
We'll try to send another message from Singapore.
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