When you fly from North America to Australia, and without anyone asking you how you feel about it, a day is taken away from you.
We left Phoenix on October 30 and arrived in Sydney on November 1. For us, there was no October 31, no Halloween. I’‘m not at all sure where it went but we’ll get it back on our return. However, we still missed Halloween.
Nevertheless, I was delighted to find myself freed from a sealed airplane when we finally deplaned in Sydney. Really. It's brutally long, 14 hours and 38 minutes.
Sydney is a place at once recognizably similar but decidedly different. Similar in that everyone spoke English and I was surprised not to hear thick Australian accents tumbling out all around me. So far, nearly everyone I've heard has only a mild accent. Kindly, they've said nothing about mine.
And different because everything is topsy turvy, primarily the traffic. On arrival, I tried to get into Fern's driving seat! Luckily, she quickly directed me to the other side where I no doubt make a far better passenger than driver.
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