Our trip began with a first - well nearly- first trip on a National Express coach since being a student. Not bad except bizarrely the first stop was Dudley bus station!! Followed by Digbeth. The journey wasn't too bad with the driver rather unusually playing Classic FM.
Breakast in the airport lounge followed a night in the hotel near Heathrow with great views of the undercarriages of planes setting off right over the terrace where we were sitting. It still amazes me that they get off the ground.
We say talking to a very nice welsh couple who were on our flight in the lounge. He had downed two beers and two glasses of red wine - all free- before we set off to board and it was only 11:20! I felt like a lightweight drinking my fruit juice and coffee.
The aeroplane was an A380 airbus and enormous monster of a thing with two decks. As usual we were in economy but there was a little leg rest which was a plus. Steve say next to a hunky Aussie ( I think) young male who didn't speak the entire 13 hour flight. I think Steve put him off with his dad jokes about having a weak bladder and having to climb over him to get to the loo every half an hour!! Three films later - one very moving - "Oranges and Sunshine" about the emigration - forced- of children in the 60's-80's of children to Australia many of whom were told their parents were dead ( they weren't) and who were treated appallingly often by children's homes in Aus - often christian run ones.
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