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Plane wing

Daily Photo Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 10:55 on 12 September 2010

Jonathan took this picture out the plane window.

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Feels so familiar

Blog kitt decided around 10:54 on 12 September 2010 to publish this:

One of the things I find interesting about travelling is how much I absorb without realizing that I'm absorbing it.

When we exited customs in Sydney, I was struck by how familiar the airport felt. Sure, I had been here before, but I hadn't really paid much attention on my way through.

Or, at least I didn't think I had.

I had.

Arrived in Sydney!

Blog Posted by kitt at 10:53 on 12 September 2010

Jonathan and I arrived in Sydney, he somewhat well-rested, I somewhat not-so-well rested. I managed about four hours of airplane sleep, tipped over onto his shoulder. For the record, he has comfortable shoulders. And sleeps like a rock on planes.

What is it with guys I travel with that they can sleep so well on planes?

I lost my phone

Blog Posted by kitt at 10:46 on 12 September 2010

We landed in New Zealand early enough in the morning to be painful, bypassing doom, which isn't so painful, wandered through the airport, stood in a line, went through a security check, up a flight a stairs, and into a waiting room which was right above where we entered into the terminal.

Snook has the way of it

Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 23:39 on 10 September 2010

I tell you, Snook totally has the way of this flight. He didn't sleep much last night, choosing to work late and get up early at work last night. He asked me what time it is in Sydney, and decided that the 11 hour flight is perfect for, oh, sleeping.

Me? I'm dumb.

And we're on our way!

Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 15:38 on 10 September 2010

Jonathan and I are heading off to Australia for OSSPAC today. I had asked Kris to take us to the airport, letting him know that if he's home by 2:30, we should be fine. He arrived home just before 2:30, as I frantically gathered the rest of my items, throwing this and that into bags, realizing that I had more stuff than my carryon and personal item bags.