I’m waiting for my flight to Melbourne.
I slept on a stranger’s leopard print blanket in what no doubt looked like some bizarre bobsled uniform (hooded sweater tightly done up over face, sleep mask over top). I have to say, my sleeping bag is quickly becoming the most valued possession in my pack. Three cheers to that sleeping bag, too.
Flight leaves in an hour. I’M OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD! (of Oz)