End scene

Our flight is at 8.30pm, but we are (thank god) both the kind of people that round up generously in the buffer, so we start making moves from about 4pm. I literally don't want to hear it, Branna. We choose peace.

Step one, collect bags - miraculously not sold/theived/otherwise mischieved. It was 650Y (like $7) to store all five all day. Absurd. Step two, get to and into the station, and again I've excelled here with finding luggage storage close to it, planning our ICOCA balances to the dollar and finding a lift entrance.

Step three, metro one stop then transfer to the 45min airport line. Got an ideal corner to stand with our bags in nobody's way, and watched familiar stations whizz by in golden hour, culminating in a ride out over the water to close the big loop and arrive at Kansai Airport. Kilo-perfect on the luggage, which was a big relief.

Suppose we could have wrapped a robot up like a newborn if we were in trouble. 10 hours to Sydney but in an emergency exit row - broken sleep and a lasagna that pushed the legal limits of the term managing to distract me from the nefarious voice suggesting we should 😈open the door😈.

Front row to Hobart, and unlike last time it actually was Hobart, what a treat. If we were going to divert to Launceston again I'd have actually made a move for the door.

Just like that, our lovely time away draws to a close and we're back to our lovely life here. We're very lucky. See you next time.Read more