Okay, so the day for my departure had finally dawned. Or well, not really dawned, as I left Aarhus around two in the night together with my father to drive to Hamburg. That part of the journey wasn't very exciting. Not much goes on on the motorway at that time of day. 
And I had spend the most of the evening trying to fit as much of my stuff in my bags without having excess luggage. So I was kind of sleepy and basically slept most of the way. So we arrived in Hamburg in the very early morning, about 5 or so. There weren't a lot of people, so check in went painless. My suitcase weighted in 20.4 kilos, so 400 grams excess, which they fortunately didn't care to charge for. So the work the previous night was probably well spend.
I then said farewell to my father and went through security and walked to the gate and just kicked back for the next couple of hours until boarding - relying on the breakfast on the plane.
Finally we boarded, I found my seat, we took of, and I finally felt I could sleep. I had been way to excited about finally going to really relax until now. So I was sound asleep when they served breakfast. Bummer.
In London I had to transfer from terminal 1 to terminal 4 for my flight through Singapore to Sydney. Thus I had to catch a bus over there before I could get breakfast. But that wasn't too bad - the airport prizes on food are though! I had to pay almost 8£ on a roll, a large tea, and a apple. I really wished someone would have woken me up, when they had served the breakfast...
Oh well, at least I took about an hour getting breakfast, and as I had arrived at about eight and the flight weren't before 12.15 I had plenty of time to waste... I really don't remember what I spend it on - it just went by. We boarded around 12 o'clock. After everyone were on board and set to go nothing happened. The pilot had welcomed us on board and everything, but the plane didn't leave the gate. And through my window (Yes! I got a window seat!) I could see that the guys on the ground had stopped working. They were just sitting around in their funny vehicles and waiting. So something was definitely going on... 
After a couple minutes of waiting the pilot relayed to us, that there had been a security alert in the terminal, and that they where awaiting permission to go, and we would just have to wait until things had been sorted. A couple of moments later were he back with more information on what was going on. Apparently, there had been a incident by the security check, where someone hadn't waited for the officers to check his backpack - and he could be carrying a bomb - or he could just be late for his departure... And that they were currently searching for him/the backpack/something.
Anyway, they didn't find whatever, and they chose to evacuate. First the departure hall and then the planes. So we where all led back out through security (see the red lights) and into the car park. Traveling alone all this made me a bit anxious. "Fortunately" where Christin - my "next-seat neighbour" - in the same situation - she was going to Brisbane on a work/holiday-visa. So we partnered up to get through the situation with the least stress. This turned out to be a really good idea...
Now the big wait started - I guess we where a couple of thousand people in the parking lot. And the police didn't let people neither in nor out. So we waited... We would occasionally receive updates via the loudspeakers about what was going on, like -"The police is securing the airport area". Good to know, but what about our flights? How long will we have to stay here? And so on... At one point a shower swept over the airport - raincoats where fortunately provided. Later they also handed out bottles of water. But if it hadn't been for the anxiety, would I probably been starving long before it was over. Christin was very worried about how her trip where gonna end, while I were basically just bored. But it helped a lot to have someone to talk with.
In order to protect us from more passing showers where we at one point let down to the next level of the multi-story car park. It was impossible to make out the messages from the loudspeakers down there. They tried to solve this by having guys with megaphones relay the messages. But that didn't really work either. Thus a lot of people just stayed at the top floor and just seeking shelter when a shower actually appeared. Another concern were the lack of available toilets. I think there were a grand total of 9 (three for each gender, one for disabled people, and two unspecified) in the car park. So you basically had to get in line around an hour before you needed to go. Fortunately they re-opened the arrivals hall before neither Christin nor I needed it.
A bit later they also re-opened the departure lounge. At this point people were really excited about getting out of the car park, even though it still was not clear if any or all flights would be canceled. 
Back inside we got a couple of vouchers for food while we waited for news on when our flight would leave, or whether it had been canceled. There was quite a bit of anxiety around, and a lot of people got their flights canceled - fortunately we were among the few who didn't. (See photo.) Our flight got re-scheduled for 22.15 - delayed exactly 10 hours. Now we just had to wait, and hope we could get our respective connective flights re-booked. We tried to do it in Singapore where we had a stop over. But they were not really helpful - at least not to me. Christin managed to get her booking changed. I had to wait till we got to Sydney.
Besides that was the stop over quite pleasant. Singapore airport is awesome. Nice shops and cafés, beautiful decorations and architecture, and not least - free internet, yay! So I send an email to the folks at UniSA to let them know, that I had been delayed. In Sydney I finally got my ticket sorted and had to rush of to actually catch the flight as I had to get a bus from the international terminal to the domestic. So I said goodbye too Christin and got on my way. In Adelaide airport there were a letter from the Uni to me at information desk with a number to call to be picked up. So I got picked up by a woman named Ellen, who drove me to the college in North Adelaide, where I finally got a real bed. I really needed that by then - as I hadn't been able to really relax during the flights after London.
