If it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done...
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10am. Checklist timeâ€¦.
Passport â€˘ Check
eTicket - Check
Travel Insurance â€˘ Check
Packed bag full of clothes - â€¦â€¦
Obviously what ensued was a day of frantic packing, and drying of clothes in the spare bedroom with the heater on full heat, but I did it; by 3.30ish I was packed, and ready to go, my first overseas trip awaited me. Pallavi & Kieran escorted me to Corrimal station, where I joined the a-l-l stations train up to
As Sara & I were catching the same flight, I took a domestic flight up to
As we piled onboard what seemed like a reasonably sized plane to begin with, some sort of issue arose up the aisle where a woman was asked repeatedly to leave the plane as she was too drunk to fly. Of course she complied quite willingly when the security staff pulled her carry-on luggage out of the overhead storage and with equal consideration, lifted her up out of her seat.
Upon arriving at
I drank my beer as I waited for Sara to turn up, until I had the sudden urge to go through Customs and look around the colourful duty-free area.
Now Iâ€™ve been drinking scotch for a good number of years now, and I am sure heaven has a bar just like what I saw when I came through the other side of customs. The range of years, and sizes, and promotionsâ€¦ I just stood there in awe and amazement until Sara eventually came through customs and found me unashamedly giddy and drooling.
Joining the long line of people boarding the plane, we made our way to our first overseas journey.