I’ve been in Melbourne for 4 1/2 hours after 22 or so hours cramped in planes. What a strange space you get into, a mixture of tiredness, changing time zone, some airline wine, half tablets of some sleeping potion, snatched pieces of film on the back of other people’s seats, but also the disorientation of moving from routines and the familiar into a space where you have no room, no bed no home and no shower (yet)….