We flew from Armidale to Sydney on Sunday morning and then transferred to Sydney International for our flight. Everything was running smoothly (I believe it was due to my superior organisational skills), we had boarding passes, passports and itineraries all filed and set. While we were checking in, Daniel whispers to me with a concerned voice "my day pack wont open", I told him not to worry yet and to let me check in our luggage first, however, he continued yanking at it. After we checked our luggage in we found a quiet corner to sort the day pack issue out. I got peeved off because I had told Dan when we were packing that he should have a proper lock, not a flimsy combination one. We started to get panicky because we had to go through the security check but Daniel's "clear liquids" bag, which was to be scanned seperately, was safely locked away in his day pack! Dan thought of asking one of the shops for a pair of pliers, I figured that it was unlikely that they would have a pair and also that if they did have some they might call security thinking we had stolen somebody's bag and wanted to hack into it. So, running out of ideas (and in a panicked frenzy), I grabbed the lock and twisted it until it snapped and the stupid thing fell apart. Dan called me Hercules.
We finally arrived in London really early on Monday 7th May. It was so good to finally land as our plane trip was so long. We had a few problems mainly due to our Personal In-flight entertainment not working... we were the only two people on the entire plane who's televisions didn't work, it was so unlucky! The only lucky thing was that we were really tired so we didn't need entertaining. When we were flying over Russia, we got pretty bad turbulence. It was scary and it made it even harder to relax and sleep. After a long wait at Immigration/Customs area we dragged our heavy bags to the train station (I was cursing those extra pair of shoes and books and clothes that I had added at the last minute which now felt like it weighed a tonne!). We were very grateful that we could check into our motel early (it was only about 10am) because we craved a shower like a fat kid craves a cream bun.
Our body clocks were pretty messed up and we were overtired (and slightly cranky...who me??) so we decided to go to Picadilly Circus for a walk and for Daniel's first view of the city. We walked around for a while and discovered dinner from the wonderful and cheap Tesco (like Bi-Lo but way more variety). We got back to the motel at 5pm and decided to have a little nap but we ended up falling asleep for the entire night! It was the deepest most comfortable sleep in our entire lives and we now do not take sleeping horizontally for granted!!
To be continued...