Arriving in Sydney, I was immediately met by a wall of hot, humid air. I beg the question… have you not heard of a air conditioner?
Alas, next to this free internet station I am using is the Qantas Club… behind the glass door is the proverbial oasis, fill to the brim with cool refreshing air, and it is out of grasp. The thought of barging through the class doors to my sanctuary has crossed my mind at least ten times since I started writing this update…. make that eleven.
Besides the unbearable heat, everything else is going to plan. Next step… a plane to Tokyo for some serious drifting.
Next post will be from the land of the emperor’s finests.
14 or so hours to go.