I’ve had computer problems everyone, sorry about the delay in posting. Hope I’ve solved it. Here’s the flight to St Petersburg.
Sorry it’s a long post and probably full of typos, it’s after midnight, I’ve battled with the Apple and Internet demons and am V. Sleepy.
To everyone who wanted lots of photos of the A380, here they are, to everyone else, sorry to be a bore.
Checked in at Sydney Airport
As she had a passport, Georgie got the red carpet check in treatment.
Found this garden on the way to the lounge, Georgie forgot she was a passenger and acted like a bird!
Another Check in counter upstairs - Ooooh this is flash!
Checking in again, and yes you guessed it - people wanting a photo op with Georgie.
The team at Qantas First in Sydney were wonderful, they looked after me as well as Georgie. Thanks Susanne, Roger and especially Michael.
What? Georgie? Another check-in counter?
Ahhhhh, this explains it.
? In bed Georgie?
Nope, not exactly, just resting before the flight. Facial and massage here I come.
Aaaahhhh, the tranquillity. (Non-Australians should Google "The Castle".
Georgie looked hard at each engine, all ok.
I must say, I had a good look for any singe marks too.
It was ok to board.
Boarding A380 - look stairs.
Cool seats on A380s
Georgie carefully watched the safety demonstration.
And the take off.
She had a drink.
Had a sticky beak in the galley
And a cuppa.
Went to bed
And slept like a baby
Organised a few things in the Flight Manager's Office
Found another staircase, a curvy one.
Look a snack bar.
That filled in an hour and a half. Only 11 hours to go. Sleeping and reading was done. Maybe some talking to the flight crew and anyone else I find awake during the night. Well of course I talked, and talked and talked – I’m me!
10 hours later, brekkie.
Nearly there, time to start looking out for Blighty’s house.
Blighty, I'm looking for you, flash your front verandah light.
Can't see you in the London fog Blighty.
Can I see your house from Terminal 5 Blighty?
Horses. Horses? In an airport?
Another bloody plane.
Where's my TV and Pyjamas, and drink, and peanuts?
Bye Blighty, I looked everywhere for you.
Hello St Petersburg, you look cold!