Getting there

I'm OK with flying. I don't get anxious or worried or sick.... but 14 hours on a plane is just weird. It took two days to get rid of my Fred Flinstone feet and cankles. Your body's not meant to stay at 30-something-thousand altitude for that long. I've never used that nose spray stuff in my life, but it came in handy. And thank god I went for the Economy "Plus" deal at the last minute. For $149, I got an extra 5 inches of leg room. I figure for a little over $10 an hour, I might keep my sanity... and circulation in my legs. It was worth every penny.

One plus about international flying? It appears to be the only time when airlines still feed you. It's sort of like they are flinging you onto the new time zone. We didn't get on the plane until 11 p.m., but then they served dinner. weird. Then it's lights out, movies all night and breakfast at the new 6 a.m. I slept off and on. Got to Sydney at 8 a.m. on New Year's Day. Then caught a commuter flight down to the tiny Moruya airport. It's on the coast south of Sydney. I'm staying at my friend Sarah's at Surf Beach near Bateman's Bay. Pretty much just hanging out for a few weeks being a local. We'll see what happens...