I slept pretty poorly on the flight home from Kuala Lumpur to Melbourne, my ear-plugs and eye-covers were stupidly lost in my luggage. Together with two hours lost to time travel made for two tired travellers when we arrived in Tullamarine.
Magnificent sunrise from up at 37,000 feet though, the sky was black with a single patch of rainbow colours, gradually lightening to a salmon reflection off the wings and engines of the 747. I think it made for one of my better photographs! Early morning over South Australia and the Spencer gulf, the land just looked so flat and dry and brown after Vietnam!
Busy in Tullamarine, an Air China 777 had just landed, almost 400 Chinese holiday-makers queueing at Immigration and Customs, all looking just as lost and language-challenged as we had at Ho Chi Minh airport. We finally escaped, but not before having to open all five lacquered photo albums to prove we weren’t importing naughty wood products.
Arriving home, first on the agenda was a cup of tea, then a shower, then a couple of hours of sleep! In the afternoon I started the seemingly endless amount of washing and sorting of photos.
Damn, damn, damn! Sorting the photos was when I discovered that something had gone wrong in Hue in the rain last when the camera got wet and started behaving oddly. At the time it had showed me all the photos, but refused to take any more, but after “uploading” the memory card to the X-drive (and subsequently erasing the card), it appears that only some of the photos were transferred. 211-1198…211-1200 exist, 212-1201…212-1228 vanished, and from 212-1229 onwards, everything is alright again. Aarrggh! All the photos of Hué citadel and the palaces gone.
