Sunday 3 June - Hong Kong to Geelong, Australia

Shit.

That's it. All over.

Gone, like Greg Blewett's cricket career. Like the chances of Homer Simpson growing a mullet.

The 9am flight out of Honkers brought an end to a fantastic 5-and-a-bit months away from Oz, as good a time in our lives that we've had.

The flight was with Qantas, and as soon as we stepped onto the plane it felt like we were back in Australia. Particularly when the first word spoken over the PA system on the Boeing 737-400 was "g'day".

The flight was as smooth as silk, as you'd expect from the world's best airline. I couldn't say the same about Australian customs and immigration though - the rules and regulations were as tight as a pair of size 0 pants and the queues as long as a month full of watching, romantic movies. The whole process took us around 90 minutes to get through after disembarking from the jumbo, which was excruciating when you know there's a Geelong footy score waiting for you on the outside.

Anyway, it's all happy memories of this trip. I just can't wait to be getting back overseas again. There's nothing that compares in terms of exciting your senses to arriving in a new city, a new country, a new culture. There's so many places I'd love to get back to, Peru and London being two of the lending contenders for my future travel spending. But there's also so many other places that I'm yet to see - indeed, if I was to buy a map of the globe and tick off all the places we've been to (which I plan to do), it would look ridiculously sparse.

Looking forward to Seeing Moore of the world II!