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Permalink Lessons learnt in 27 hours of flying Pack your own lunch There is a universal rule in that all food served in an airport and on an airplane needs to taste awful. Somehow the basic laws of preparing tasty food (forget it even being nourishing) are avoided in these places. Flying from Perth to Sydney we were served the choice of stir fry chicken or braised beef. I opted for the gluey stir fry and flavourless rice whilst Ashley braved the beef. At Sydney airport the choice on offer at the terminal was limiting and expensive ($9 for a beef pie). On the stretch between Sydney to Honolulu, the same beef dish was on offer but this time the other option was a fish curry. I opted for the curry having seen the beef before and was not disappointed. This time the gluey stir fry was replaced with a solid piece of fish with a curry sauce ladled over it. At Honolulu airport itself, we thought we would have a burger and a caesar salad. The best thing in the whole meal was the mouth puckering grapefruit juice. Flying with Hawaiian Airlines one would imagine that they served something exotic or semi tropical. What we were served was a white bun with turkey and cheese. Neither of the items resembled turkey nor cheese. I bravely tried a few bites and gave up eating it. Next time I am packing my own lunch…  Don’t believe everything you hear “Passengers flying to the United States need to be aware that congregating in small or large groups, in particular around the toilets, is strictly prohibited.” That was the message from the tanoy on board our flight to the US.  I turned to Ashley aghast and asked “What if there is a queue to the toilets?”. His answer was that we would be asked to return to our seats and not congregate.  I believed that for a good 30 - 40 minutes. Learn to read the time Travelling across the date line can be confusing especially when one thinks that the arrival time was 10am and not 10pm. It threw out all my plans to walk the strip on our first day given we arrived at night and that it was freezing cold. Instead we chose to walk through the resort and settled on a simple dinner at around midnight. Shortly, after we placed our order the restaurant filled up with a people coming from a show. A few people ordered ribs - at midnight. I guess we have truly arrived in America and in Vegas.   The value of  a good book To help while away the hours when you can’t sleep, can’t see the screen for the movie or are just waiting to catch your next flight there is nothing more reliable than a good book. It requires no batteries and no other skill except to be able to read. I highly recommend one for long journeys. 
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Zzzzzzzzz

It’s only 1.16am in the morning and I’m actually in bed (typing this tumble).

My total inability to sleep the night before a flight seems appears to have failed me today. When we left to film our first documentary (onthetouchlines.com) I climbed under the covers at 6am only so my husband wouldn’t suspect that I had been up all night. Leaving for Germany for our second doco (noapologiesrequired.com) I went to bed at about 4am.

At 7am we leave to start the mammoth flight to Las Vegas and I’m already in bed. That leaves me with less than 5 hours sleep so I guess I should turn the lights out.

The husband is fast asleep already which is dissaponting as he will never believe me that I’m already in bed!

Permalink My cat. The utterly divine Gengadin. I took this photo just the other day. Gengi is about 12 or 13. We inherited her from out neighbours who decided to try out living in the UK for 3 months which turned out to be 3 years. Her name was Mabel but we couldn’t remember so renamed her. Gengi is short for Gengadin which is a bastardization of Gungadin the mythical Indian character.
Permalink Peonies in bloom. The flower of love in Chinese culture. 
Permalink Our favourite bistro in Dusseldorf - Zicke. You will find this little gem on the corner of Berger Allee and BackerStrasse.  
Permalink Miniature toy soldiers. Funny how war had an air of gallantry whereas now it has an air of anonymity.