It’s raining today in Sydney. I’m trying to figger how to get into San Francisco so I can actually, you know, go home. It’s too expensive and too late to get the flight directly into SFO. I can’t book a connecting flight to San Fran at my travel agent’s affiliate over here, which means I’d have to wait until tomorrow—the day before I leave—and make a long distance phone call to them. This original plan is quickly turning into a large potential problem. So I decide to investigate Plan B.
Plan B is just to fly into LAX as I’m already doing. So in terms of how simple it is I should really call it Plan A. Anyways, Plan A involves my excellent bestest-friend Lauren picking me up at the airport before I’ve actually left Sydney… which I know is a headtrip, but get used to it. Then I can spend maybe a week crashing wherever (which isn’t all that different from what I’ve been doing the past four months) and drive up north with them when she has her 21st birthday party. Where, of all places?—in San Francisco! Which is, again, why I’m now calling this Plan A.
But at this point in my day, right after I’d left the travel agent’s, I don’t know this. Which leads me to… the worst computer experience I’ve had over here to date, perhaps ever. Read it all »
So the past two days, since 5:30pm on Friday, I’ve been on the bus. Finally got off at around 6:30 this morning. For those of you trying to do the math, yes, that is 37 hours on the bus (minus three hours in Brisbane, collecting luggage—hoo-ray). It’s not really as bad as it sounds as long as you have 3-4 books and an iPod. It’s just that you literally miss a day and a half. So now, finally, with only three of those days left, I’m back where I started: Sydney.
Sydney’s not so bad. I mean, it’s a lot colder than it was last time. I now know better than to stay at the YHAs, or buy AUD at a rate of $0.80 USD. I know how to ask people for stuff, and how to answer “how y’goin’?”. It’s not so bad… especially when you know you’ve only got those three days. I’m not feeling homesick at the moment although I am still trying to sort out my airfare. As usual for all Australian cities, everything of importance is closed on sunday. My travel agents back home are closed, too. Nothing better to do than do my internet thing in a convenience store, of all places. Took a long walk this morning, saw some cool stuff, and got to upload it right after. Thank you, king and country, for untimed internet access.
You know, on second thought, Sydney’s pretty awesome.
That is, if I’d went on my originally scheduled flight. But no—I’ve bought myself another what, eight days? And what am I doing with them? Acting like I’m on vacation!
Today started off unusually, although it certainly sounds like something I’d do. I ate a breakfast of coconuts. Coconuts, mind you, that I’d shaken off a couple trees near the Airlie Beach boat club. Nothing to get you started in the morning like pounding large wooden objects with rocks. Mmm, good breakfast. Guess I was still caught up with the native lifestlye after reading Mutant Message yesterday.
After that I just had a wander around town. I took a few more photos, had some fish ‘n’ chips near the lagoon, and generally pissed away the day with no purpose. It was awesome. And after coming to the internet cafe to get the reference number for my flight, I realized… holy sunburned tourist, I could be flying home today. Wow. I mean, I realize I’m still flying home at some point in the very near future. It’s just that It coulda been now. And that makes this lazy, do-nothing day all the more precious.
I am so not ready. There are piles and piles of supplies on my bed. The irony, of course, is that my body keeps telling me it’s long past bedtime. That giant suitcase is placed there for a reason. Maybe if I just… laid down for a little… bit…
It was pretty good I spose. I enjoyed it. But I’ve got some questions: Was that an Australian Cattle dog? What’s with the kid and the steel boomerang? Do people really drive like that? On the left, I mean…
In other less exciting news, I’ve just applied for a tax file number. I have no idea why I’m announcing this publicly. But, you know… the list.
Seats 70J, K are some of the only twosomes in economy class. The window seat is afforded some extra space for seat K because of the shape of the fuselage.
Right—so all these pre-departure posts even seem kind of frivolous to me. I mean, I wrote when I got my ticket, when my book came, I even wrote about when I had Australian leg of lamb for my birthday. I’m not obessed. I’m just excited. And that was half the point of even starting this thing. So I guess if I feel the need to actually make note of the particular seat I’m requesting, well… it sure has worked.
But seriously—do you realize, that with that seat, I’ll get to see the great sweep of Sydney before I even set foot on Australian soil? How cool is that!?