Day 1 Airports

Airports ... the smell of avgas and the international terminal - doesn't get much better. we'll be visiting a few today and I am totally okay with that.

 

 

Airport #1. Sydney. We're in the Qantas lounge. I reckon that if you're in the Qantas lounge you're on holiday soil...you know like when you're in the Australian Embassy in a foreign country, you're on Australian soil right?... Qantas clubs work exactly like that...so as we are on holiday soil I have declared us officially on holidays.

 

 

 

Airport #2. Hong Kong. I don't know what time it is but it's late. I texted my cherubs to let them know we were safely on the ground, even if only temporarily, and MYS said it was 1am in Sydney. I get very confused about times zones, days gained and lost in the process of traveling to the other end of the world but I have to say Business Class makes it so.much.fun! Anyway Hong Kong airport means the journey is half done. We're in the Cathy Pacific lounge this time, as One World travelers (how posh does that sound!) and it's lovely,  it's a little slice of familiar as these lounges are the same the world over. I like them for that familiar-ness but MGM likes them because I can't shop in here.

 

 

Airport #3.

Airport #3. Frankfurt. We have arrived. There's a lot more to arriving than the simple logistics of being in another country, in another hemisphere.

It’s about the air. The air smells and tastes so deliciously different, I notice it stepping off out of the plane onto the aerobridge. The air is cool and fresh and has a certain European quality to it – I love it.

It’s about the bilingual signs that has another language first and English second – I love that.

And of course it’s about adventure that waits just outside the airport door. I want to say a quick thankyou to Jeff and Naomi for introducing us to the particular type of travel that has become Allans Abroad. We’d never have done it this way if it wasn’t for you … we’re in a country where we know no one, don’t speak the language, can’t read any of the non-bilingual assistance-signs, don’t really know what we’re even looking at a lot of the time and we are both as happy as pigs in mud!