So my flight was to leave at 3:30pm on Friday and I was all set to catch the train but then Rach kindly offered to drive me out to the airport, so I accepted allowing me a bit more time to get my stuff together (yeah I will still packing on Friday morning).
So we get to the Harbour Tunnel and the Tunnel is closed due to a crash on the Eastern Distributor. It took us 1 and 1/2 hours to get across the bridge and once we got to the other side I quickly raced to Wynard station to make it to the airport. I had already rung ahead and once I got to the counter they took my bags and I headed up to the departure lounge. I had made it in time for the plane so I decided to celebrate with a couple of beers.
So I got on the plane after a final call (reminds me of the trip to the US) and took my seat. We took off (which is really weird in an A380 it doesn't seem to get any speed, almost like the pilots are not wanting to put the pedal to the metal or something). First thing was drinks, I got another beer and then decided I need to go to the toilet. Unfortunately the individual infront of me had put his seat back and I went to get out accidently kicking my beer into my seat. The French guys next to me just shook his head but the stewardess' were really good about it and offered me another seat, but I refused and just sat on a blanket. So no more beers for me for the rest of the flight, it didn't really matter because there was plenty of in flight entertainment, enough movies to get me to the UK and back.
Landed in Singapore and went outside, well I thought I did but I must have missed the sign saying sauna because it was stinking hot and humid (at 11pm), so I spent most of the time in the bar having rum and cokes (I had banned myself from beer, but I found a loop hole).
Flight to the UK was a lot longer and quieter, but I only got about 30 minutes sleep. Hit the ground at Heathrow at 6am on Saturday, went outside to a barmy
5 degrees (yeah I left 35 degree tempretures in Sydney) but it got
sunny. Spent the rest of the day get everything sorted and then went up to the local pub and watched a local football game.
Started to get a bit homesick (yeah I miss you all, who would have
thought it) so I went for a walk (in the rain) around Paddington on Sunday. I
asked a local where I could find Paddington bear but they just looked
at me like I was speaking French (maybe I don't have my English accent
down pat yet), but I find him yet.
I went and saw some recruiters on Monday about jobs and it's been pretty
positive, here's hoping. Hit the pub on Monday night and struck up a conversation with an expat and a couple of locals. Turns out the expat is the maintenance man for the hostel I'm staying in. We got to chatting and he strongly advised that I learn the language before I travel to the country, so I spent the next day downloading foreign lanaguage lessons onto my iPod. At this point I have got French and Italian. Danish and German are only being released in the next couple of months so I only know hello, goodbye, thank you, please so far.
Went down to London Bridge today and then onto London Bridge Tower. Didn't go inside the Tower, have left that for another day when I can get down there before the crowds. Got bombared this afternoon with phone calls from one of the recruiters with about 5 positions that they are putting me forward for. Some I need to fill out an application form, of all my accomplishments, so have started on that but everyone knows how good I am at selling myself. It can wait until tomorrow.
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