Ahh the joys of international travel.

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Currently enjoying the romance of travel, that esprite de corps that comes from shared experiences and that spirit of adventure as we head off as Julie, I and 500 of our closest, new friends await (in the wee hours Abu Dhabi time, the silly o’clock Aussie time and the unknown hour UK wise) for our connecting flight. The airport here is huge, there are 62 gate in this terminal alone. We however as transit passengers experience just a small section although already it has seen us go through 2 security checks and all that’s got us is into the departure lounge. I think we have only 15 minutes or so more to wait but it’s difficult to tell as there are so few clocks in the terminal. Julie’s smart phone is smart enough to know where we are and has updated, my iPad thinks we are on UK time already (I like being prepared in advance,) but no drama we will simply move after the preliminary surge. Seven flying hours and we’ll be landing in … no Heathrow then we catch a train west to see Sandy and Francis. So obviously a big day travelling but it’s worth it for the romance!

There are a couple of extra photos but they have not been imbedded as I’ve not written enough. I’m pretty sure they are easy to find.

Caio for now.

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