In Amsterdam Airport

Right now I'm sitting at an internet access zone waiting for my final flight from Amsterdam to Manchester. (Then I've still got the coach to Leeds to go!!)

I'm hot and sweaty from wandering around (and getting lost in this monster of an airport) and carrying my heavy backpack. This airport is huge and has so many different wings and corridors and gates. I walked all the way to the end of one corridor before I realised I had missed a turn back at the other end. Then I nearly did it again in another corridor.

Its the lack of sleep I'm sure. I've discovered that I don't sleep easily sitting up, and think I've only managed about 5 hours since I left adelaide. I'm so glad I bought earplugs though, or I wouldn't have got any sleep at all!

At the moment I hardly feel like I'm on the other side of the world - all I've seen is the inside of airplanes and airports and they're all essentially the same.

Its all a sort of dreamlike, surreal and timeless thing. I can't remember how long I've been travelling for. I've given up trying to work out time because its every time somewhere at any moment. I'm just hanging out for finally arriving and getting to go outside and breathe something other than stuffy airport and dry airplane air! And a shower. And non airport food. And sleep. Mmmmm sleep. Sleep uninterupted by crying babies, half-sleep/half-awake dreams, and dehydration. I'm asking for water all the time but I'm still dried out.

I'm a little delirious I think. I'de better go - as I said this airport is huge and I think its still another 10 minutes to my gate (if I don't get lost again!)

Missing everyone already!