I had an empty seat next to me going to Dubai and again to Munich, both in an Airbus 380. Great! Continue reading “Day 01, Monday, Munich”
Day 00, Sunday, Melbourne
While going through Immigration at Melbourne Airport, my phone rang, and because you are may not use a phone there, I hung up. The number was in South Australia. Later, in the Qantas lounge (using my one free pass) I tried calling back, thinking it might be my cousin, Ian Black, who lives in SA. It rang out. He called me back while I was talking to my wife. I called him back, it rang out. Finally I tried again an hour later, and he answered. Lynden, a farmer from north of Adelaide. Apparently my iphone called him while I was checking in. Bizarre. Turns out he has cycled around Australia, the length of Britain, in France and Spain, climbed Mt Kilimanjaro, and was considering a Paris to Moscow ride. All in the quiet times between sowing wheat in May and harvesting the crop at the end of the year. I should have been a farmer.