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skyringJust passing over the last point of Australian land as I write these words. Melbourne growing increasing sparse and flat, turning seamlessly into desert - dunes and red ridges. Miles and miles of nothing at all, as they say. Sunset over Darwin, Melville Island with looping inlets and smoke rising from fires and now it is just the dying sun level-pegging into my window if I raise the shade, bouncing off the ocean far below and miles ahead.
Timor Sea to my left, Banda ahead,with Indonesia, Phillipines, islands upon thousand of of islands, and Hong Kong deep into the night.
It's been a comfortable flight and I've learnt a lot in the year or so since I began my globetrotting career. I'm no fashion-plate in my cargo pants and baggy polo, but I'm perfectly at ease going through security or wedging myself into a seat at the back of the airbus. Everything is ready to hand, and I'm a happy little Vegemite, laptop out, little USB light on the keys, tiny mouse plugged in. All I need is another glass of spiced tomato juice and I'd be in heaven, totally instead of literally.
My back is now just a dull ache and not too much of it. 36 kilos total for my checked luggage and maybe ten for carryon, a long way down from my peak load two months ago. I was worried about maybe cramping into an agonised pretzel shape and having to be rolled off the plane in Hong Kong to be pumped full of opiates. But that's not going to happen.
I might not get a real lot of sleep, but that's par for the course.
Lunch - a notional lunch at something like four in the afternoon - was a choice of four meals, and I chose the fish, contriving to get a couple of spots of sauce onto my shirt, spots which will haunt me all the way into London, despite scrubbing with water and later some squirty soap in the tiny washroom.
The cabin is jam packed, and though I rejoiced when I had an empty seat beside me as the cabin attendants bustled around getting the plane ready for flight, at the last possible moment a couple bustled down the aisle, taking the last two seats in the cabin. Oh well.
Five hours to go before Hong Kong. I've got a bit over an hour there, just enough time for a shower, some coffee, a bit of recharge for my laptop and then it's onto a jumbo for the night flight, dawning into Frankfurt, where the British Airways lounge promises few luxuries. Then again, few lounges are anywhere near as luscious as Cathay Pacific's facilities in its Hong Kong base. I'll see how I go, but I may just head into the city to look around for a bit. I've got five hours. Then again, I might glom onto the internet in the lounge if I'm feeling seedy and stressed.
*later*
Sending this from Honkers, where I've just had a welcome tub and am chowing down on a midnight snack before the jumbo to Frankers.
Timor Sea to my left, Banda ahead,with Indonesia, Phillipines, islands upon thousand of of islands, and Hong Kong deep into the night.
It's been a comfortable flight and I've learnt a lot in the year or so since I began my globetrotting career. I'm no fashion-plate in my cargo pants and baggy polo, but I'm perfectly at ease going through security or wedging myself into a seat at the back of the airbus. Everything is ready to hand, and I'm a happy little Vegemite, laptop out, little USB light on the keys, tiny mouse plugged in. All I need is another glass of spiced tomato juice and I'd be in heaven, totally instead of literally.
My back is now just a dull ache and not too much of it. 36 kilos total for my checked luggage and maybe ten for carryon, a long way down from my peak load two months ago. I was worried about maybe cramping into an agonised pretzel shape and having to be rolled off the plane in Hong Kong to be pumped full of opiates. But that's not going to happen.
I might not get a real lot of sleep, but that's par for the course.
Lunch - a notional lunch at something like four in the afternoon - was a choice of four meals, and I chose the fish, contriving to get a couple of spots of sauce onto my shirt, spots which will haunt me all the way into London, despite scrubbing with water and later some squirty soap in the tiny washroom.
The cabin is jam packed, and though I rejoiced when I had an empty seat beside me as the cabin attendants bustled around getting the plane ready for flight, at the last possible moment a couple bustled down the aisle, taking the last two seats in the cabin. Oh well.
Five hours to go before Hong Kong. I've got a bit over an hour there, just enough time for a shower, some coffee, a bit of recharge for my laptop and then it's onto a jumbo for the night flight, dawning into Frankfurt, where the British Airways lounge promises few luxuries. Then again, few lounges are anywhere near as luscious as Cathay Pacific's facilities in its Hong Kong base. I'll see how I go, but I may just head into the city to look around for a bit. I've got five hours. Then again, I might glom onto the internet in the lounge if I'm feeling seedy and stressed.
*later*
Sending this from Honkers, where I've just had a welcome tub and am chowing down on a midnight snack before the jumbo to Frankers.
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Date: 2006-06-27 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-28 01:31 am (UTC)I am going to miss our Skype chats so this will have to substitute.
Take care of yourself and don't eat too many TimTams!
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Date: 2006-06-28 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
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