Made it to the airport in plenty of time thanks to my friend, and a touch of speeding. I took my bag up to check in and I could hear vibrating after I was sliding it across the floor with my foot, my eyes opened wide and I had to delve in there bag to turn my razor off before anything else was assumed. I managed to do it and checked in fine... 2 hours to go... now what do I do. Ok, I'm hungry... BREAKFAST! Full english? Don't mind if I do. That gave me enough time to saunter over to the departure gate and sit and charge my phone. STEAL ALL THE LECCY. When I was getting stuff out of my over-stuffed backpack I could hear a rattling in my not-so-protected sunglasses case. I was wondering what the noise was so I opened it up and found my sunglasses with an arm detached. I thought no probs I'll just reattach... oh wait... complete snapage. So I have treated myself to a new pair of very fancy sun specs. A year in the sun seems justifiable, doesn't it? (Say yes).It was a quick run to duty free and an agonising wait for the very polite lady to chop chop and get my sunglasses as the flight was now boarding. Once I got them I could swiftly walk aaaall the way back to the departure gate. Oh, but look, a queue, how very British... I waited until the end to get on, only to find an old couple in my seat. Usually, I would argue this but I was too tired to be anything other than silently seething. But the girl in the seat in front was my partner on the seats behind so we got the couple to move. I had chose that seat specifically, as had she. (Although I did end up with the aisle seats but I wasn't complaining).
I then watched Maleficent, played Tetris, watched Guardians of the Galaxy. I was fed breakfast with chicken sausage which was very nice, I also was fed a small baguette, which they claimed to be pizza, and drank LOADS of water. The flight went quite quickly and on the whole it was ok. There was a moment where it was so cold! But that was my own fault as I managed to tip water all over the blanket and had to carry it to the hostess' to get a new one, no surprises that happened!
Landing in Abu Dhabi and getting to the terminal was a bit of a nightmare. We were delayed slightly getting in, then the shuttle bus took FOREVER to get us to the terminal and I rushed to security and go through it easily. Only to get to the gate and find a 45 minute delay. That was cool because I managed to make a chum. He's a nice guy from Perth who's done a lot of travelling so I was questioning a lot (poor guy). I got on the plane and I knew I had the seat next to me free but some woman moved the guy in the end seat to be with her boyfriend. Harumph! but the boy moved somewhere else after ten minutes which I was chuffed about, so I had two seats to stretch out on. I use the term stretch lightly!
I got a bit of sleep on the second flight, when my head didn't fall backwards between the seat and the window. I also managed to watch the end of 22 Jump Street that I started watching on the first flight, the whole of Jersey Boys and listened to two very cool albums on the in flight entertainment. All was well apart from my skin almost turning crispy through a lack of moisture and a distinct lack of water, which I kept having to request.
Before I knew it we were coming in to land. I filled out my entry card and ticked yes to one thing as I have prescription drugs with me. And I also filled out my form to let them know I don't have ebola *cough*. When I came in to Australia I was asked what I ticked yes to, so I told them, then they asked where I was staying so I told them, then I walked straight through to get my bag and then straight on to the lounge where I was met by a very smiley Aunty.
I had landed. Finally.
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