G'day from Australia. What can only be described as the most painful journey of my life is finally over. Please note British Airways that for people who are not the size of match boxes, more leg room is an absolute must. As for you people in first class with your weird bubble type pod seating arrangements and your complementary champers, you make me feel sick.
I am a closet aeroplane food lover.Correction, was. Either I have turned into a food snob or my child self's taste buds were not quite there. Either way I was famished when I arrived on Australian turf and went to a beach side cafe.
Watermelon juice. Why don't they do this in England?
Tuna steak with copious amounts of greens and a surprise of feta cheese much to the delight of the cheeseaholic. It was laden with green beans al dente, beetroot, avocado, tomato and an array of leaves.
Reading my first Australian newspaper like a good little journo. Nice green cup for the h20 a la melon.
Followed by a Mojito to aid the jet lag. Wink wink.
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