The first indication I got that I was too big to travel abroad was when I stepped into the Boeing 777-300 cabin and immeadiately hit my head hard on the roof of the doorway. I guess hitting my head on things could be considered to be clumsy but to be honest I really don’t expect to encounter doorways, hanging light fittings and other assorted normally high items at the same level as my head.
The place where I’m currently staying I narrowly miss hitting exit signs, smoke alarms and fire sprinkers with my head and earlier I collided with a ceiling in a corridor.
The plane seats felt like a tight prison – dreading another passenger potentially sitting in front of me, trapping and pinning me by reclining the seat onto my legs.
Luckily I had the seat beside me and the seat in front of me free so I managed to stick one leg under the seat next to me and one directly ahead under the seat in front of me. I’m not sure if I’ll be so lucky for the return trip to Australia. 
I’m tall, but I’m certainly not a giant. What do the truly tall people do whilst travelling? It must just become habit to duck your head under every doorway and eventually just walk with a hunch.
The other area I’ve found height challenging whilst travelling is the bed length. I have a Queen sized bed at home, but unfortunately hotels typically have double or single beds in the ’standard’ length. With my head against the headboard my feet dangle by a foot off the end of the bed which can get a bit uncomfortable.
I’ll write more when I have access to faster internet. I’ll hopefully be able to upload some pictures.
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