The big journey

So, I tore myself out of bed at 3.45am, doused myself momentarily in the shower, then went downstairs where my taxi was waiting. I stared out of the window the whole way, taking in my last views of Cape Town. Its an awesome city, in a magnificent setting, in an amazing area, I thoroughly recommend it! My flight was on time, luckily all my flights have been on time! I flew with Mango to Joberg and then had a hefty 6 hour wait till my next flight departed. I used the internet a bit, minced about, you know, that sort of thing. The flight to Dubai was alright, I managed to get a seat with loads of legroom. I can't sleep on planes, so I watched a lot of films. By the time I got to Dubai I was shattered, but I still had a 10 hour flight ahead of me. The guy said he had given me a seat with extra legroom, but it turned out he hadn't, although I was on a row of three on my own, so I planned on laying down across the three the moment the fasten seatbelts sign went off. But I was too slow, this Essex chick from the next row moved into the aisle seat to give her family some more space. Gutted. I resigned myself to another 10 hours without sleep, and started yet another movie. I saw one which was quite funny, it was called Hot Rod and was about a useless stuntman. It wasn't brilliant or anything, and it smacked of Napolean Dynamite and Nacho Libre, but it had some funny parts. Eventually, just as I was starting to consider yanking down my oxygen mask and girotting myself, we landed in Perth.