I survived the long flight from Toronto to Chicago to San Francisco to Sydney without going stir-crazy! But I had my share of drama right at the beginning of the trip. At the airport check-in counter, the crew asked if I had my visa to enter Australia. It was a moment of utter panic as I did not realize this not-so-minor detail until then. I quickly added up all the money I already spent on airfare and hotel and tried to rationalize cancelling the trip due to my own stupidity. Meanwhile, the crew member applied for a visa for me on the spot and non-reassuringly commented that if I don’t get immediate approval, I would have to delay my trip. Thank goodness the approval arrived and I got on the plane without any issues.
I get mass transit envy every time traveling to cities with direct access subway/train to city centre. Being host country to the summer Olympics in 2000, I do not expect anything less. Alas, my hometown Toronto is still in the dark ages. It took me all of 20 minutes to arrive at my temporary home in Darling Harbour with no need for any transfer or connection. My host was waiting for me. I got my key and Wi-Fi password (so important) all before 10am.