Don’t lose an Australian Flag Neck Pillow in the Middle East

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Prologue

After my extravagant customs spend off in Sydney, I decided that I needed a neck pillow to lug inconveniently around on my travels. I found the perfect one sporting an over stretched Australian flag. Jess teased me when I bought it and then continued to tease me throughout the duration of the entire trip. But I don’t care. It’s tack to the max, and oh so wonderful.

The pillow doesn’t fit into any of my bags so when my arms are full of back packs and other back packing related items, I fling it around my neck and wear it with pride as I walk through airports, streets of India, streets of Abu Dhabi/Jordan/Jerusalem, nice hotels etc etc. I look really cool. Seriously.

Current

My Australian flag neck pillow has been on all my adventures and sometimes even gone on some of its own, like today when I realized I didn’t have it as I disembarked my plane in Jordan.

Shit.

I tried to walk casually back onto the plane (don’t do this EVER) to retrieve my property, but was “nicely” directed through to customs.

There’s actually no story here, because I eventually got it back (imagine the look you get when you ask for an Australian flag neck pillow at lost and found). I don’t have a picture of my neck pillow, but here’s a picture I drew of an angry stapler breathing fire on a purple desk. I drew it (and many others like it after a few vals) during my 9-hour layover in Jordan.

The fact that I’m transiting means two things.

1. My holiday is over.

2. My travel blog is ALMOST over.

But before I can get home, I have to take 3 flights of fun and awesomeness.

Here’s a map I drew to emphasis my route and fun.

Flight of fun number one: Tel Aviv to Jordan.

This was a great 25-minute flight of fun, turbulence and good times.

The airhostess gave me a mango juice to wash my first val down with. I was pleased.

Flight of fun number two: Jordan to Abu Dhabi.

During this flight the plane had a camera that let you see the ground below.

“Great. Now I can see what we will be plummeting towards when the propellers catch on fire and blow up the plane”

Obviously this didn’t happen because I am currently in Abu Dhabi just chillin in what looks to be a three-hour line to get through security.

My plane has already commenced boarding.

Let’s see how this ends.