My body thinks it's after 10pm. It's fair to say I'm tired.
I was so grateful to have a really easy morning today after hiking up an enormous mountain in (Queenstown) New Zealand yesterday.
Today's plan for me was: sleep in, pack, check out local op shop, catch local bus to the airport and fly to (Melbourne) Australia.
All of that happened and more.
The trip to ZQN (also known as Queenstown airport) was interesting. It reinforced why leaving for the airport earlier than needed is a useful practice.
The (Virgin Australia) flight left precisely on time and arrived a whole 10 minutes early. The only sucky bit was landing in string winds; the pilots did a fabulous job of getting us onto the ground safely.
Turbulence: not my favourite thing in the world.
But the trip out of the airport at MEL (Tullamarine) was easy, peasy. The SkyBus arrived as we walked outside. And we were in the centre of Melbourne in under 30 mins. We'd also booked accommodation that was (is!!) walking distance from the previously-called Spencer Street Station, now-called Southern Cross Station so getting into our inner city apartment was also fast and easy.
Before we knew it we were staring down at tiny buses and trams from the 42nd floor.
But did I mention I'm tired. It's now we'll after 10pm (NZ time, though only 8 something local time) and what I really should be doing, now that my belly is full of plant-based burger from Grill'd, is shower off my day and go the heck to sleep 😴
Before I go, you need a photo. How 'bout a view from the small but scary balcony?
