27.02.2016 - 28.02.2016 6 °C
Yesterday was fun, if your definition of fun involves sitting on planes for about 15 hours (bearing in mind that approximately 7 of those hours came with a bonus soundtrack of screaming children). The day peaked early with a friendly and confident taxi driver who took us to Changi airport where we strolled in the cactus garden while waiting for our flight. Yes Zoe – more cacti! Skip ahead 8 hours to Dubai airport, where we got off one plane and straight onto the next with only a ten kilometre walk/train ride/escalator ride/elevator ride/stair climb in between. (Please note: it wasn’t really ten kilometres, I say that only to illustrate my point that it is a long way between gates at Dubai airport.) Skip ahead another 7 hours and we’re in Manchester! The hardest part of getting through customs was standing in the queue with a gentleman who had a bellowing cough and needed to use a tissue. For a £70 fee we could have paid to be “registered travellers” which would have allowed us to skip the interrogation that featured questions like “so how long are you here for?” and comments like “oh wow, you’re lucky”. I think we made the right decision to keep our money.
It’s not every day you get to start the morning looking out of a church window, but that’s what happened today. Another great decision made in booking this apartment with James and Claire – well done Team Buccheri. We walked into town and went on a walking tour with an eclectic bunch including two Mancunians, a German who lived in Darwin for 5 months and a couple who live near Wales but want to move to Australia. To Camperdown, to be precise. I kid you not. They had been looking into small towns west of Melbourne, knew people in Colac, and had been researching Camperdown. To say “it’s a small world” would be an understatement. Sara – there may be an email coming your way from these people; I told you we would be promoting Corangamite on our travels!
Lunch in Chinatown – I think Simon intentionally picked the hottest thing on the menu just so that he could feel warm again. We then availed ourselves of the Manchester Art Gallery’s temperature controlled environment, and this reminded me why I don’t have much time for ‘modern art’. Wheelchairs bouncing around a room while randomly printing love notes to each other didn’t really do it for me, but each to their own.
Now we’re slowly defrosting back in church, and planning a trip to the Curry Mile for dinner. Fingers crossed that my curry tolerance levels have improved enough for me to enjoy this meal!