First things first. What I said before about not caring about long flights, and them just being a means to an end... it's all crap. Long flights are hard. BUT. When you get to where you're going - aka HOME - it is all ok.
I'm not quite sure i'm ready to write down what this means to me. Suffice it to say I had pretty high expectations, and they are all being met, and there's still lots to do.
The sky definitely is bluer in Australia, and it's going to be 35'C tomorrow. And the day before I arrived, a person was killed by a Great White Pointer just off West Beach (a suburb of Adelaide).
How lucky I am that I can be here doing this, when there's a huge, horrific disaster happening elsewhere in the world. I'm not normally one to pray, but that's enough for me to start.