Julie and I flew from Melbourne on 6 May at midnight and after a three-hour break in Hong Kong we landed in London on 7 May at 4pm. Allowing for the time zone jumps, that’s about 24 hours in the air.
A few weeks earlier I spent three weeks in hospital with some bug and my haemoglobin had dropped to 7. It was around 9 when I got onto the plane. We debated whether I (we) should go at all, but my health was improving and frankly it is always easy to find an excuse not to travel. If you give in, you will never go anywhere, so we decided to push on. (more…)