In no time at all we was boarding the plane, the first flight: London Heathrow 10 pm - kuala lumpa 6.30am was by far the worst flight I've ever been on. The seat belt sign was on for almost 11 hours. I don't mind turbellance but after all the bad press about Malaysia airlines, I was worried, there was no denying that. From all the emotion and hype at the airport it wasn't long before I fell asleep. The chicken & rice dinner had filled me up nicely and half way through my first chosen film 'the other woman' I was in the land of nod, occasionally being woken up by what felt like the plane crashing. We had great seats, exit door seat so 2 meters of leg room, no one in front and windows. 13 hours had flown by and I was thinking great, this is easy peasy. To our disappointment K. L didn't have a pool on the roof or showers, that we was told about by our travel agent, so after 13 hours we washed in a public toilet in our underwear, sometimes 'needs must'. The second flight kuala lumpa to Sydney was a really clear and empty flight, so luckily we could spread out. Multiple naps, lots of eating and many films were watched in this 8 hour period. And unlike the other flight no sickness from karys. Flying over Sydney bridge and the opera house gave me a real buzz, getting me skied for Oz, it was a moment of realisation. I had spent 24 hours travelling & hadn't really thought about what I was doing in fear I'd freak out and get a case of leaky eyes again. I had already had a few moments on this flight, thinking of everyone and how I was going to miss out on meeting baby 'Thor', seeing Louise berti look amazing in her wedding dress, Eds first day at real full time school. How I was going to miss Saturday mornings at Ronnies stuffing our faces with cafe munch, film afternoons with mum & dad, kerries phone calls and general life back home with my twaty mates. Going through Australian customs wasn't anything like nothing to declare but I'm guess that's because we didn't have half a joint of pork in our bags.. or 6 lizards in boxes. Sydney was pissing it down horribly, as bad as it was in London when we left 2 days ago. Last and final flight, Sydney to Cairns. Just a 3 hour flight but seriously felt like the worst. Possibly coz we had been on the road for so long. Touching down in Cairns was great feeling, we sooo needed our beds, but wait, it was 1pm in the evening. On our prebooked coach we was the last off, after grabbing some tips from the driver and singing our own rendition of 'just the three of us' we pulled up outside our hostel. Tropic days looked great from the front and by far the best looking after dropping everyone else off at their hostels. We had to check our self's in to our private room, reception closed during the day so we had a code, a map, a safe and a key. Off we went orienteering around the resort in search for our new little pad for a few days... Great pool area, loads of hammocks, cute little bbq area, I was thinking great. We got a good'en here. 32 hours of straight of travelling and we was finally here ......and still wearing our t*** on tour' jumpers.