Jet lag is a bitch but I am kicking its arse. Or at least that’s what I told myself as I arrived at my uncle’s house in Melbourne and put my bags down. I was asleep an hour later and awoke to darkness outside. I’ll never get back those 6 hours but it’s OK, because I’m fairly sure I lost them somewhere between Singapore and Melbourne anyway. But I’m getting ahead of myself; I should start by telling you about my journey from London to Melbourne, like a true wannabe expat blogger.