Two days crammed into 1

Monday 19th: We taxi'd. I got chatted up by an airline hostess in the smoking area of the airport. She's 36 and the 8th child in her family. She was desperate to marry a foreigner to escape her horrible life.

We flew. We transferred. We flew. We arrived in Miami. We transferred. We flew. We arrived LA. TT got her duty free booze confiscated by security. We transferred. We flew. TT got the shits on the plane. We arrived Brisbane. HOME HOME HOME! Yey!

Thanks to the international date line and lots of travel it's suddenly Wednesday. Bloody international date line. Thank gods I booked off work for the rest of the week. Time for ZZZzzzz....