Distance walked: none to speak of
I'm sitting in the Marhaba lounge at Melbourne Airport feeling grotty with sore eyes, thinking this doesn't bode well for my holiday. Then I realise the reason I feel like shit is because it is 11pm and I'm very tired!
I was all packed and ready to go by 5pm but Mary & Jim didn't pick me up until 7pm. Spent the time reading, watching TV and trying to make things up to Pete. The house minder, Carolyn, doesn't show up until tomorrow morning. I feel mean but I know she will spoil him even more than I do so he'll get over it.
I've already been bowed to 3 times and felt like a clueless, mannerless barbarian. This is going to be an interesting trip.
Had a big meal of Greek (Cypriot) food with M&J, which I paid for as my taxi fare for being taken to the airport. My last taste of European food for the next two weeks.
Feel like I should be spending my time reading my guidebook or learning some key phrases but I'm just too damned tired to care. I'll do it in the morning - in preparation for landing.
Sticking to my (new) rule of not eating anything from a buffet that isn't individually packed. Don't want a repeat of last year's debacle. It's hard - so much on offer it is tempting, even though I'm not hungry. Will go and sit somewhere else.
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