Arrived in Sydney this morning, en route to the RWC, and absolutely shattered after a flight that seemed to never end.
I'd liked the idea of flying Emirates with refuelling stops in Dubai and Bangkok. You know, a bit of duty free shopping at the first, and a decent green curry at the second, all while giving the old legs a good stretch. Harrumph! Neither happened as both stops were taken up by constant standing in line and OTT security checks. Off the plane, queue, unpack hand luggage, repack, queue again, back on to the plane.
So I arrive in Sydney at 8am with legs like jelly and eyes as grainy as the Dubai surrounds. What's a man to do when a full day lies ahead in this magnificent city but the body is protesting loudly? Drink a truckload of Red Bull? Invite dodgy looks from receptionists when asking for a hotel room for one hour?
Step forward my dear mate Shelley Winter, who recommended the 'sleep pod' at MBF health insurers in the heart of the CBD. Free for 30 minutes for non-members, it's an oasis of sleep-inducing darkness and calming music. Half an hour of shut-eye later, and I'm ready for that kangaroo steak on the barbie and a schooner of beer. Worth checking out if you stop here on your way to the main event.
Next stop, Auckland – in time for that mammoth collision between New Zealand and France.
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