Mon 5th Dec...

Having stayed up until 2:30am packing, I woke reasonably early for some last minute errands and running around, interspersed with a lot of nervous milling as I waited for my 6:05pm flight.  Having arrived at the airport 2 1/2 hrs early to avoid the worst of the check in cue, I was able to skip straight through anyway (thank you online check in) which led to some delicious unanticipated sushi train, a lot more nervous milling around  and Sandy Pants offering to buy me any magazines, books and food stuffs which crossed into my line of sight (a subtle ploy to stop me leaving?).
The 22ish hour flight passed mostly undercover of a seemingly unending night; whether we (the collective occupants of flight QF1) pursued the sun in Icarian futility or fled before it I can not quite disern. Either way Dec 5th 2011 was the longest day of my life, thus far, as the plane carried me back in time, adding 8hrs to my Monday. Aside from being fed far to generously, far too often, I spent the duration of the flight watching on demand movies (finally got to see contagion - Why did lovely Jude Law have to play such a dick?), taking poor photos through the window of the exit door across the isle from my seat or attempting unsuccessfully to sleep.
The view of Bangkok was beautiful, all lit up, as we came in to refuel at its labyrinthine airport. I should like to return to Thailand some time, for sunstantially longer than the 45mins I spent this time.

I will appologise now for the total lack of eloquence and wit; I would like to expect a higher standard of writing from my self but will promise nothing.  

Playing Catchup....

....Soooo travel blog.
Ok so with the whole traveling, sightseeing and internet restrictions situation I have not even started my promised travel blog and although I have been keeping something of a travel journal it is sparse and often rather retrospective. None the less I shall attempt to catch up to date and fill you (my non-existant readership) in on what lead me to be sitting in the computer room of the St Christopher's Hostel on my first night in Paris.

It occured more or less as follows...