Abigail and I, looking confused outside the airport. Where’s our gate?

Check in is a drag, and there’s a queue. Customer service is not what it might be!

I only want to buy a sandwich, not purchase the bakery that provided the bread and the farm that provided the tomatoes! Ripped off again? Welcome to an airport!

Taking the escalator up to our Gate

And there’s our plane. Remind me, again, Abi, about Air Pukalani’s safety record #nervousflyer

Taking SL Naturist south for the winter seemed like such a good idea at the time! #stillanervousflyer!

I’m sure we’ll get to our seats once some idiot has managed to stuff an over-sized bag they should have checked into the hold into the overhead locker!

And we’re in the air! There’s the sun on the horizon.

All photos above taken at Phoenix Airport. Apart from the one taken over the Bay of Biscay while flying Jet2 back from the Med earlier this year. And obviously SL Phoenix Airport, not the one in Arizona. Oh, shut up, Trine, you gabble nervously when flying! 🙂

Anyway, here we are in Brazil, and we’ve already covered a story from singer Barbara Eugenia performing naked in Sao Paolo before we’ve even got our suitcases unpacked! 🙂

Trine