
Over the last week I have passed through Sydney Airport six times in seven days, so it only seems fitting that this week I feature my travel style. I don’t know about you, but my number one consideration when I am traveling is comfort, regardless of whether it’s a quick jaunt to Melbourne or 24 hours in the same seat to London. I took my very first flight at 9 months old. Suffice to say that I don’t remember a thing, but it was purportedly an epic 45 hour journey which included a cracked windscreen that needed to be repaired in Hong Kong and when the plane finally landed in Heathrow everyone was trapped inside for an additional two hours when the doors failed to open. Oh and I apparently threw up on a fellow passenger only an hour into the journey so that poor lady had to do it all covered in my baby vomit. Since my rather inauspicious start, I have taken to flying like a duck to water. I have no idea how many hours I’ve spend at 36,000ft but I have sure learned a thing or two about dealing with the rather unique conditions in flight. Read on for all the details …