After ringing the concierge twice, around midnight, to complain about the party in the room next door we got a reasonable sleep.
I didn't want to start any rumours but it sounded like there may have been drugs and ladies-for-rent in there.
We were very happy to hear it all come to an abrupt end.
We got to the airport at ~8:30am and the place was almost empty.
It looked eerie.
We had a tasteless Starbucks product and headed off to Gate 31, of 80.
An hour later we were on board and on our way home.
Some good noise cancelling headphones and some emergency exit seat, albeit in "cattle class", made the trip quite OK.
Not Business Class, like we had grown to know and love, but OK.
We arrived on time, 5:30pm on Sunday, to our beloved Melbourne and 10°C.
Melbourne, My Town , which I hope you enjoy but also take with a grain of salt as large as the one that Red Simons does.
One final post on the holidays with some thoughts on the whole trip coming tomorrow.
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