Traveling across the world puts me in a zone apart from normal time, the hours of airport and airplane air seem to suspend regular existence.
Flying Sydney to Melbourne, where we boarded an Airbus A380 to Dubai, was the start of forty hours of travel.
The shine and sparkle of Dubai’s airport added to the surrealness of our journey. The early morning call to prayer echoed hauntingly through the huge halls. By early evening we walking along the banks of the River Clyde in Glasgow, ready for bed.
[More photos to follow]