Mel Born so sweetly

My flight out from Bangkok was at 9 p.m. I thought it was going to be ok cus its only a 10 hour flight so I was due to arrive in Melbourne in the morning the next day. I was all packed and ready to go. Jess had bought me a "monk's bucket" which is a sort of beach bucket style bucket that carries all the bare essentials for a monk to live, from a small blanket to a little orange juice, some water, a bar of soap, noodles and other little necessities. I also got a bag of apples and some biscuits and then headed off to the airport with the same drive I'd acquired when I first headed on out with from Portugal. The giddiness was there once more and the excitement was overwhelming. I ended up sitting next to an Australian guy who owned his own finance company or something. I wasn't entirely sure of what it was but I thank him for boring me to sleep. All in all, the sleep wasn't actually that comfortable and I awoke with still 4 hours of my flight left. We were delayed on the landing and with only 3 hours sleep, I was feeling pretty rotten... and not smelling very nice either. But the landing was a welcome one, under clear blue skies and warm winds. I grabbed my stuff and headed off the plane to the welcome feeling of finally being in Australia. All these months of anticipation culminating in that one moment I stepped off the plane. The build up had been grand and the zest to reach my destination a real mission. I gave my passport to the chap behind the desk and smiled. My bleach blonde hair not matching the photo gave him a reason to look up for a second time with inquisitive eyes. He asked me if I had anything to declare and I said that yes, I had "monks bucket" with "stuff" in it. He ticked off a box and then let me through. As I picked up my things off the belt, I had to join a line of people all looking to leave. I ambled slowly to the back of it and was suddenly stopped by a rather large Australian lady and a really cute dog. The dog whiffed around one of my bags and she said "Ooo, what have you found boy?". I turned a pale shade of white and my heart skipped a beat. Not for the first time on my travels! She grabbed a bag that was hanging from my trolley and peered inside. "Ahh, fresh fruit!", she declared, all a little too loudly. I tilted my head and frowned, a little confused, as she pulled the apples out of my bag. "Can I see you're emigration pass please!". I handed it over. "Why haven't you declared that you've brought foods in from another country?". Classic. Done by apples! She let me off with an apple warning. I felt mightily, appleingly relieved. Great stuff. I walked on out and faced Melbourne with a warm smile on my face.