An exhausting journey

I woke up on sunday with one of the heaviest hangovers I have had in my entire life. Luckily the party had been worth it so I didn 't mind cleaning up the mess like a zombie ;-)
I managed to get on the plane on time, and without forgetting too many things (except my New Zealand guides and my iPod). The first flight, to London, was easy. It only took one hour and on the airport I found a "quiet sitting area" with great relax chairs, where I listened to the yellow shark. The next flight would take me to Sydney, with a stop in Bangkok (o ja Laurens, ik kon het niet laten van even langs Thailand te gaan voor u). This was no ordinary plane, this was a superior machine. The boeing 767 was enormeous and had private television screens for everyone. You could select a movie, or television series, listen to a pretty big collection of cds or play some games against the computer or other passengers. All this kept me entertained for a couple of hours, and I even managed to get half an hour of sleep before me neighbour woke me up (in a true VH-like style ;0) for diner. The arrival in Bangkok had something surreal. There were huge pictures of the King everywhere and he was depicted as a god, with kind of a ray of light coming out of his head. Next to it the text "long live the king". We all had to get off the plain. and take all our hand lugage with us. The batards took my two bottles of leffe that I had brought for Paul...
We had to wait for quiete a while before they would leave us back in the plane. When they finally did, I felt so shitty that I was allmost considering not to. The flight to Sydney would take another 9 hours and the company was not as nice as the last flight (an Aussie with a terrible accent who had taken a sleeping pill). I stayed awake for the whole flight and was feeling very nauseous. I kept telling myself that I would never engage in such a long travel in one time again. But, I survived, and even caught the plane to Auckland in Sydney. On that plane I read the friend's book some of you made for me, and it got to me. The fatigue had dimished my emotional resistance and I cried like a baby for a couple of minutes. Not because I was sad to leave, but because I realised I have some pretty damn good friends, thanks you all!!!!!!
In Auckland, all went well with the visa and customs and after a couple of minutes I had all my stuff and went to the exit. Paul found me there, and he drove me to his home, but not after first showing me around in the neighbourhood. He's a great guy, and made me feel very welcome, even made me forget about the damn planes. Now I've just had a rest, and I'm feeling much better.

more to follow soon!!!