There’s no way to dress this up, and I simply cannot paint a pretty picture of it.
That flight was HORRIBLE.
Don’t really like moaning, especially at the very beginning of my trip – but it really was just a means to an end. Combine 24 hours on two different planes, with about 5 or so hours of hanging around airports and then add to that a full quota of obnoxiously rude cabin crew and a 2 hour delay at Abu Dhabi, I arrived in Sydney last night feeling a bit more spaced out than I thought I would be! I think this journey would test even the strongest ‘normal’ human being, not to mention one with pretty bad anxiety…
The first flight was actually pretty good, the food was good and it was only 7 hours, so it passed by very quickly. It was the second, 14 (which turned into 16) hour flight that was pretty unbearable. I did make a new friend of the young French girl sat next to me though, who was off to start a year’s working holiday in Australia. So our conversation passed quite a few hours too. Annoyingly, I never got her name!
I may actually write a separate blog on how to survive a long haul flight if you have anxiety, that could be interesting! I spent the last 20 minutes of the flight using my Calm app on the ‘guided breathing’ mode – which was pretty good.
Anyway, with a cold beer thrust into my hand the moment we got in the car to drive to the apartment, I very quickly felt a lot better. It was already around 9pm Sydney time, so I was pretty tired. My friend Jane and her boyfriend Jason picked me up from the airport, which was ace – I am so grateful! We haven’t seen each other for a fair few years, so that was pretty cool. Our car journey home took us over the Sydney Harbour Bridge, with the Opera House just next to us – which was cool!
The familiarity of the place was a little unnerving, actually. Sydney is another place where I suddenly seem to feel like I have arrived ‘home’, despite leaving here 10 years ago. The familiar buildings, the road signs, even the smell of the air as I walked out of the airport – it’s a strange feeling which I find difficult to put into words.
By the time we got home, I just about managed another beer before finally crashing out in to a full night’s sleep – waking up this morning pretty much jet-lag free!