More Flight Action

The flight from Bangkok was a little better than my flight from Melbourne. Largely due to the fact that I had more legroom than everyone else on the plane, combined. (If you catch a Boeing 777, Row 31 is where it’s at) But the flight is still painfully long. I had numerous distractions available but I didn’t feel like partaking in any of them. All I wanted was sleep. But even despite the lovely amount of leg room I had, it was still impossible.



Our approach to Moscow was what I was waiting for. The sea of clouds beneath us seemed to stretch on forever.. At 1600m we were skating over the top of them, at 1550 we were in the thick of it and didn’t come out until 900m. Before we went under the cloud cover, I saw the sun, knowing that it would be months before I would see it again.



We landed at Moscow Domodedovo. (Try and say that 10 times quickly) and went through the motions very quickly. (About 1 fifth of the time it would have taken at Sheremetyevo Airport) And met up with my girlfriend and her mother. We went to the little Citroen and left the aiport. We wouldn’t see our apartment for another 3 hours..



One of the joys of Moscow is the traffic. There’s lots of it. We had hit peak time traffic in a huge city of motorists who all had their minds set on getting home. By the time we reached the apartment, I was so zonked that I wasn’t able to coordinate movement of my huge case. I thought I would sleep easily for the next few days…