So I left Perth around 7.35am on Monday, 11 July. At time of writing this, my phone tells me it’s 12.57pm Tuesday, 12 July, in Perth. I’d really like to say that after 29 hours, I’ve finally reached my final destination of Quito, Ecuador. Yeah,  I REALLY wish I could say that. Instead, let’s have a recap of the journey so far.

So after a super enthusiastic start, psyched about flying in luxury, things were looking good. True to form, I slept most of the way to Hong Kong. Now, I didn’t realise the layover in HK was a short one, and with my flight out of Perth delayed by a bit, it meant being greated at the arrivals gate and escorted straight to my next flight. No big deal. So after an 8 hour journey,  I was faced with another 16 hours of flying, which I of course spent a healthy part sleeping. I have to say, the food was pretty good. I don’t even eat that well at home…

After some epic napping action, I finally arrived at JFK. Made it through immigration without any issues, then while waiting for my luggage, I hear the dreaded PA calling my name. Guess who’s luggage didn’t quite make it through the tight layover in HK? Yup, mine, just mine. It wouldn’t be getting in for another 4 hours. Joy. Not that I was in a hurry to go anywhere, my next flight was 14 hours away, and because this schmuck is on a budget, I didn’t bother renting a hotel to kill time. I figured I’d just bum around the airport. I mean, I’d be fine as long as there’s wifi. Well, strike 2. Wifi doesn’t seem to be working. Double joy. 

So after finding a bit of a ‘secluded’ and comfy bit of ground, I made myself at home, and tried to have yet another nap in Terminal 8. 4 hours later, and a much needed brushing of teeth, my pack arrived safe and sound. I was off to Terminal 1, which is a huge improvement from Terminal 8, at least it’s hell of a lot bigger. So here I am, again, making myself at home on yet another bit of ‘comfy’ ground trying to repack my bags a little, God knows how my day pack ended up so heavy. Oh and bonus, my mini bottle of mouthwash was crushed at some point during transit, and now everything smells peppermint fresh. 

Soon after writing this I gave up, pulled out my sleeping bag and had a quality nap. Airport floors get surprisingly cold. So only 3.5hours til check in, and 8.5hours til my flight to Guayaquil, Ecuador. Yeah, not even final destination yet, ONE MORE LAYOVER. Thank you TAME airlines for cancelling the direct flight I originally booked. Let’s not think about what time I’ll finally reach my end goal….