If i could turn back time...as the song goes. Actually, sometimes I'd just like to slow down time. Gosh it has gone quickly. There I was, back at the airport, hardly feeling like I'd been away.
There is a bit of a habitual feel to the return flight. It is always in the morning. I make my way through immigration (border forces...), through the duty free, look for an OzLit read for the plane and a coffee and fruit toast at the cafe. It's a good one and a chance for a good coffee before I go.
|Last breakfast and a lucky galah (great read btw)|
|Wait, where are we?|
|All the bits|
It is also a good observation post too.
Then eight hours later, back on the ground, and into the (Tokyo) night.
Here we go again.
[Camera : iPhone6s, 7.54am-8.28am, 5.44pm; 25 March 2018]