In Brisbane now. First day. Flight went without a hitch. Nothing unexpected, but when undertaking great enterprises it pays not to forget that they can falter or be wrecked, destroyed, annihilated, wiped out of existence by the tiny things. A small critical malfunction of one of the million components of the plane and the enterprise could have been stopped dead in its tracks. Literally.
So, yes, the fact that everything went, as one might have expected, without a hitch—except for the damn rattle of awfully assembled plastic fittings inside the Airbus, which is a crappy piece of European engineering, let’s face it!—is a tiny detail; yet it is as crucial as the grand plan.