I couldn't/didn't sleep but an hour the night before my flight to Brisbane, Australia. No doubt it was because I had to wake up at 3am for the earliest shuttle to the airport to ensure I made the Jetstar check-in (which closes 60 minutes before international flight departures) for my 6:15am flight. I passed the time by watching “Hostel” in my hostel TV room around midnight. It was very gross, though wasn't particularly scary in terms of what it could be like to stay in a hostel. I wonder what it has done for the hostels of Slovakia though!
The Brisbane airport is rather small, and there was no line when I arrived, so I checked in quick, and boarded the plane in a relaxed and sleepy state of mind. Jetstar is a discount airline, and the legroom was non-existent, though I lucked out with no passenger between me and the guy in the window seat. I nodded off on the flight (thankfully), and managed to get myself on a shuttle to the Roma Street train station, where I boarded a train to Auchenflower, my pick-up location for my first (of hopefully many) couchsurfs in Australia.