We've made it to Cottsloe, Perth, the starting point of what will inevitably be a very, very long few months. Of course, there were a few hiccups along the way, as always. First of all, after weeks and weeks of Virgin telling us that we would indeed be able to include our hiking trailers as baggage, when we arrived at Brisbane Airport they suddenly decided to change their minds. "You want to put those on the plane? Really? They'll never fit". To make matters worse, they also told us that they had no record of anyone ever phoning them... apparently ever. In fact, I'm pretty sure that it wasn't until Leigh threatened to "get dangerous" that they put them on the plane at all. He really didn't have to break all that furniture though.
Our luck started to turn once we realised that on the plane there was a channel featuring Bear Grylls. Both Leigh and I then decided that watching this would constitute our training for the entire trip. Thanks to Mr Grylls we now know that should we become stuck in mud in a river, the best way forward is to pull out 10 metres of string, tie it to a canteen, and throw it at a tree. We would know what happened after that, except Virgin insisted that we had to pay $$9.90 for the channel. The next 4.5 hours were instead spent watching the only free channel..... which was really only the map that shows you where the plane supposedly is. Here's hoping that we don't get stuck in a river somewhere, because I have no idea what you're supposed to do after the canteen throwing.
With no Bear Grylls to enlighten us, we quickly put our heads together and brainstormed about the trip, and about things that needed to be done. Two hours later, and we had decided that the in-flight magazine's cover featuring George Clooney would be put on Leigh's trailer, and that both trailers should be named Stace "The Mace" Grimshaw and The G.C. Love Trolley. All things considered it was very productive.
I've asked Leigh what he has to say, and he replied with "Nothing."
"Nothing at all?"
"Nothing at all."
"I've got nothing to say to anyone."
So there you have it folks. Leigh has nothing to say to any of you. Especially YOU James Moore. Clean up my house.