Canberra Airport Blues

Felt very sad saying goodbye to K. I ended up with lots of time to spare at Canberra Airport in spite having to head back to K's after realising I’d left my external hard drive (with all my photos on) behind. Had more hours to kill at Melbourne Airport before the next flight. On it I ended up sitting next to a lovely woman who turned out to be from Edinburgh, an artist, and who knew artist Emma Herman Smith (we had both been at her funeral) what are the chances?!

The next and longest flight - 14 hours worth, not so lucky, a not very chatty man who was a bit of a spreader into others very limited seat space, and who’d probably been on the piss the night before travelling so kept dropping off and flopping even more into my personal space. I developed a technique of noisily raising the blind letting startling amounts of sunlight in to wake him up and stop him falling on me.