When last I typed, I was in Los Angeles, waiting out a 24 hour flight delay to Australia. Happily, we finally hit the air a short time after that post - though not quite as short a time as expected, as we had to head back to the gate to check on a broken air conditioner. After it was deemed non-critical to our progress, we were on our way.
There is not much to say about a trans-Pacific flight other than it is long, and Ambien is the best thing to make it go away, at least for a little while. It is, overall, better tolerated than remembered.
Once we got to Australia, a bit more airport frenzy ensured, as our delay out of LAX led to us having to scramble a bit to make the final leg of our flight. But make it we did, and we arrived in the smoke-hazed city of Melbourne. (There are wildfires burning outside the city, which we cannot see, other than the smoke.)
I'd like to say we did something wild and crazy with our first evening in town, but we were seriously exhausted, so we just went off in search of dinner. We found (unsurprisingly, knowing us) a local brew pub, where I ate a tasty bowl of kangaroo vindaloo:
In case you were wondering, it did not taste like chicken.