Arrival in Sydney. Now for breakfast!

Jet lag is a most mysterious thing. Apologies for the slight tardiness of this posting but I’ve been spending the days wandering around in a state of slight bewildered confusion as day has inexplicably become night and night has inexplicably become day. What’s more, it’s inexplicably become early autumn instead of early spring.

Korean Air were pretty good on the way to Sydney. In the 34 hours it took to get here from Manchester, I even managed to get about five hours’ sleep. That’s not bad for me. Arriving at the Marriott hotel in Sydney at 8am, the darlings that they are took pity on me and found me a room straight away. A bathtub the size of Hertfordshire, a crisp linen bed and the wonders of the buffet breakfast awaited me. Having shunned most of the mediocre food on the flight, I was quite ready for a bit of a congratulatory blow out. I can’t remember exactly how much I had but it was something like this below. You may choose to sing this out loud, especially if you’re reading this in a crowded office.

On my first day Down under
My buffet breakfast be:

Twelve biscuits dunking
Eleven bowls of corn flakes
Ten mugs of coffee
Nine bacon rashers
Eight Danish pastries
Seven jumbo sausage
Six orange juices
FIVE HASH BROWNS
Four tins of beans
Three French toast
Two eggs benedict
And a partridge in a pear tree!

I’ve been guiltily starting each day since with a bowl of yoghurt and a black coffee.