The long journey in search of food

Up early for Salvatore the Driver to take us to the airport. Not before a scumptious breakfast and a delicious view, however. Feeling particularly spoilt, and slightly gangsterish, what with the snazzy car, black leather seats and a driver called ‘Salvatore’, and possibly the fact he stopped on the way…

I could get used to this …

Arrive in Sydney, flying business class, thank you very much, where they called me Ms Cow and not “will you please hurry up and stow your bags in the overhead lockers and sit down quickly”. Then asked me if I would like a water or apple and strawberry juice, and…