Leaving Melbourne on a Saturday afternoon

 The pre-booked "limo", which in fact was a late model Holden Statesman, picked us up at 3pm on the dot. 
A clean car with lots of room and a tidy young man driving it for $74 beats calling a taxi which could be in any condition and whose drivers seem to get worse as time goes by and you never know what it is going to cost.

The traffic was very light, by any standard, and we got to the airport in 30 minutes. 

Greg was allowed to travel in the car, rather than in the boot, which is where "cattle class" travellers would normally curl up.
As you can see from this photo he, Tiz and our driver, seem quite happy that he sat up front.

We arrived at the airport ridiculously early so we found a little bar and had gin tonic, which is a great way to start a holiday in the sun.

We checked our one bag in and joined the smaller queue for those lucky enough to fly at the "pointy end of the plane", aka Business Class. 

Yes, we've been lucky the last two flights we've had. For reason(s) unknown Jetstar have offered us upgrade at a paltry cost. 

One of our fellow passenger was Glenn Robbins, the well known Australian comedian.

It's funny how you imagine someone you only see on TV.

In this case he is taller, slimmer,  more sullen and much greyer than he appears on TV.

The flight itself was quite OK lasting a little over 10 hours. Sitting in seats that are wider and with a more legroom makes a lot of difference, but I still got precious little sleep.

Unfortunately Tiz and I got separated because we had not booked as a family. This happened because the booking system kept "falling over" whilst we were making our bookings and they saw us as two individuals, rather than a couple that should be kept together.

We were both in business class and only a few seats apart so it was not so bad.

The reason why they juggled people around was that a family of 8 had booked on late and they were trying to keep them together. They didn't manage to do that but they did manage to inconvenience a lot of other people with their version of musical chairs.  

Greg, way back in "Cattle Class" didn't do badly either. His exit seat was what a tall bloke needed. He was OK with it.