Took off on the super cool Dreamliner who was aptly named Waltzing Matilda. It felt like I had my own private room in some swish five star flying hotel. There was stacks of space and I just loved all of the compartments to put things in. It was clear she had been designed by a woman. Not often can you sit cross legged on a plane, recline back, and enjoy sixteen hours of total bliss.
A pilot once told me – if it ain’t boeing I ain’t going. After my amazingly comfortable flight, might just be my new mantra. Almost 15,000 km was covered in a very smart 16 hours. I could really feel the difference with the air on the plane; no headache and felt fantastic when I arrived. Fabulous air must have put the crew in a good mood too as the service was brilliant. Matilda arrived in to London just as she was waking up and Sydney (yes spelt like that), the lovely cabbie who was born on January 26, was a wonderful way to start the morning. Oh I do love a good London cabbie. Twenty minutes in a cab and you get a rundown of the state of the world, the state of young people and of course Trump. The best eight quid of entertainment anyone can have. I had booked in for the first time to one of the new Premier Inn Hub hotels, this time in groovy Fitzrovia. Sydney had a little bit of trouble finding it because of my crap directions and the major changes that have occurred on London roads. Great, wide, completely separate bike lanes through the city, might be a nuisance for cabbies, but are a boon to the thousands of whizzing cyclists.
Sleeping under the stars 