No, really, where am I? And when?

It's very confusing to arrive somewhere after flying for over 12 hours, eating, sleeping, watching movies and TV, and carefully setting your watch as advised to 5 o'clock and then suddenly realising you have absolutely no idea whether that's am or pm.

Turns out it's pm. So that's another night flight ahead of me, yet here I am ready for a new day, sigh. That was thanks to the very comfortable Business class on a lovely new A-380. Nice one, Qantas.

Next stop Melbourne, sigh - but least I won't be getting caught up in that horrendous baggage claim hall scrum.