Day 1 Hong Kong airport

Nine hours... Nine hours in a single seat, in-between three other people. Time moves differently while in flight, you forget when night and day begins. After a lack of sleep and constant visual stimulation your senses change, it may have been just me but the food tasted insanely deious, like I hadn't eating in weeks. But enough of my dramatic description, my memory of my first international flight is defiantly one of a goodness. Now situated in Hong Kong, the feeling is sireal, the emensity of it hasn't yet sunk in, I still feel like I'm going to fall asleep and wake up back in Melbourne. I can't wait to see how the rest of the trip unfolds like a fine origami swan :]

I'm Rory wearing my "I am the greatest" shirt, signing off.