I had a horrendous night’s sleep – two hours at best – which may or may not help with the jet lag I was about to encounter on our 12 hour flight through 9 time zones. Needless to say, I was feeling TIRED…
I packed the final items in my case and closed it, not realising how heavy it was – as I tried to pick it up, one of handles snapped under the weight… a perfect start to the journey!
We’d arranged to meet Carl and Simone at the airport at 9.45am, which meant we had to leave Simon’s house at 8.30am to catch a train there. When we arrived at the airport, we found out that we’d been identified as “Unique Passengers” by Virgin Atlantic, and so one of their representatives came to fast-track us through security – I was starting to feel like a rock star! The flight was good, I slept a bit and worked on a magazine article for the rest of the time – 12 hours well spent.
