Champagne Supernova: Central/ Coogee: Saturday 01.11 China to Sydney flight 2/26hr was largely uneventful; with the exception of an inactive tv (which the Chinese were unable to fix) and my prime seat-next-to-toilet position. However, not being one to fuss I settled back with my german comrades to a reading marathon (Thanks Dalgy). At times the queue for said toilet extended the length of the plane and it quickly became acceptable for my knee to be leaned upon...

Little China girl: Guangzhou First pit stop is China. It's 4pm. It's dark with pollution. It's hot. Not the lovely meditarean blast that hits you when you leave a holiday plane but the 'oh my why aren't I (and all of china) naked right now' hot. The first 12 hours have been effortless, the Scarlett luck has struck (is that a word?) again and there was a spare seat between myself and new best friend, Jack (named so because of his uncanny resemblance to the artfu...

All Cried Out: Ok, so technically the blogging began in Cyprus when Brown Horse left me alone and despondent as she foraged around for something remotely sustainable for the flight home. I sat bra less, stewing in a post wedding/ chlorine stench drafting an epic blog opener. However my phone died so that's that... I could do a massive ode to all the wonderful goodbyes I have experienced over the past month but I know you're all aware of the love and bored of...