After three days I still haven't shaken off the jet lag. The Emirates flights were both packed. I had a window seat near the front but it was all a bit too much like a sardine can. There was no chance of an upgrade on the 10-hour Dubai to Perth leg, as everywhere was full. The airport scanner picked up my titanium hip and gave a loud beep. It took a while before the perplexed female security guard asked if I'd had surgery!
Home at last with a big bottle of duty free gin to look forward to. Looking back, it's been a brilliant holiday. The weather was unbelievably good and I ticked off everything on my list of must see. Here are the last photos of Barcelona: