Over the past three weeks my travel agents (Toni and Helen from Clapham Common Flight Centre) and I have been through more intense highs and devastating lows than an episode of The Days of our Lives.

Three weeks of ensuring that I am traveling through the night, every night.
Three weeks of allowing enough time for check in, but not too much time that I am sitting around.
Three weeks of linking up ferries that leave Chongqing and Yiching twice a week with trains that leave Perth Wednesdays and Saturdays with camels that leave every other day with buses that only leave at 8am with houseboats that need to be picked up between 4.30 and 5pm sharp with revolving restaurants that are only open weekends with hot air balloons that are not available in the mornings with dog sleds that leave twice a month.
Three weeks of reshuffling half of the itinerary because we forgot May 12 existed.
Three weeks of emotional phone calls after one seat became unavailable.
Three weeks of starting all over again.

As a result we created the most complex itinerary known to man. After this, the trip will be a breeze. Definitely our most creative work yet. But if it wasn't for travel agent's commissions... I think I might be dead.