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Rocky winter
Jul. 17th, 2009 05:52 amIt's difficult to get good internet out here. Sorry for the break in transmission!
Let's see. Hong Kong, we never left the terminal. We went through a transfer point and up to the lounge, and after a few hours thought we'd grab the train into town to check out the lightshow. But the process of getting to arrivals so we could go through immigration looked to be needlessly complicated, so we did some shopping, headed back to the lounge, had dinner and got tipsy and giggly, and then went off to our midnight flight to Sydney.
Got into Sydney after a largely sleepless flight, and by the time we'd made it through immigration, and taken the transfer, it was almost time to meet Kerri and DS off the Canberra flight.
So good to see them again!
Raced up to the lounge, where DD and I disappearred into the showers for well-needed ablutions. Had a bite and a coffee, and then hopped onto the Brisbane flight. We swapped seats around, so I got to sit next to Kerri, and the kids chatted together a couple of rows back.
The bar was open in Brissie, and we had a fw drinks. Painkilling, as I was in poor shape with the toe and the fatigue. Got some painkillers at the newsagent on the way to the flight. Odd, as in Hong Kong, ibroprofen wasn't available anywhere without a script.
Dozed on the flight up. Met by truckloads of family, loaded bags into 4WD (manual 4WD) and set off out to Kabra, where my brotherwas putting us up in an old Queenslander.
Dad was there. Good to see him. Wasn't sure he'd make the trip north, but there he was.
Went to bed early. I needed it.
Next day was a biggie. My four siblings, my parents and assorted children and spouses all went off to Yeppoon and up to Byfield. I quickly got into the swing of driving a manual again, but what I really wanted was a day just doing nothing much, resting my toe and catching up on sleep.
Good to be with family, of course.
At Byfield we visited a craft shop, where there were heaps of lovely things. Kerri bought a vase that's going to eat up a lot of baggage allowance, but is a joy to look at.
We went back to Yeppoon, where the kids frolicked on the sands, and I kipped on the back seat. By this stage I had gotten my brother to take over the driving. Kerri isn't much chop at driving a big manual 4WD, and I was so tired I wasn't going to drive.
Had a nap when we got back home, and then the evening was given over to food and drink. We went through four bottles of good bubbly and a bunch of seafood. Brother and I work well together when drunk and we managed to put out some salt and pepper squid that was perfectly cooked.
Lots of noise going on, especially when I told my nephews a story I'd learnt at my mother's knee:
"'twas a cold cold night in Siberia, and three men sat on a log. One of them said, 'I'll tell you a story, and this is the story he told: "'twas a cold cold night in Siberia, and three men sat on a log. One of them said, 'I'll tell you a story, and this is the story he told: ....''
Ad infinitum...
Caused no end of merriment for the littlies. And the oldies. Midnight before we got to bed.
Let's see. Hong Kong, we never left the terminal. We went through a transfer point and up to the lounge, and after a few hours thought we'd grab the train into town to check out the lightshow. But the process of getting to arrivals so we could go through immigration looked to be needlessly complicated, so we did some shopping, headed back to the lounge, had dinner and got tipsy and giggly, and then went off to our midnight flight to Sydney.
Got into Sydney after a largely sleepless flight, and by the time we'd made it through immigration, and taken the transfer, it was almost time to meet Kerri and DS off the Canberra flight.
So good to see them again!
Raced up to the lounge, where DD and I disappearred into the showers for well-needed ablutions. Had a bite and a coffee, and then hopped onto the Brisbane flight. We swapped seats around, so I got to sit next to Kerri, and the kids chatted together a couple of rows back.
The bar was open in Brissie, and we had a fw drinks. Painkilling, as I was in poor shape with the toe and the fatigue. Got some painkillers at the newsagent on the way to the flight. Odd, as in Hong Kong, ibroprofen wasn't available anywhere without a script.
Dozed on the flight up. Met by truckloads of family, loaded bags into 4WD (manual 4WD) and set off out to Kabra, where my brotherwas putting us up in an old Queenslander.
Dad was there. Good to see him. Wasn't sure he'd make the trip north, but there he was.
Went to bed early. I needed it.
Next day was a biggie. My four siblings, my parents and assorted children and spouses all went off to Yeppoon and up to Byfield. I quickly got into the swing of driving a manual again, but what I really wanted was a day just doing nothing much, resting my toe and catching up on sleep.
Good to be with family, of course.
At Byfield we visited a craft shop, where there were heaps of lovely things. Kerri bought a vase that's going to eat up a lot of baggage allowance, but is a joy to look at.
We went back to Yeppoon, where the kids frolicked on the sands, and I kipped on the back seat. By this stage I had gotten my brother to take over the driving. Kerri isn't much chop at driving a big manual 4WD, and I was so tired I wasn't going to drive.
Had a nap when we got back home, and then the evening was given over to food and drink. We went through four bottles of good bubbly and a bunch of seafood. Brother and I work well together when drunk and we managed to put out some salt and pepper squid that was perfectly cooked.
Lots of noise going on, especially when I told my nephews a story I'd learnt at my mother's knee:
"'twas a cold cold night in Siberia, and three men sat on a log. One of them said, 'I'll tell you a story, and this is the story he told: "'twas a cold cold night in Siberia, and three men sat on a log. One of them said, 'I'll tell you a story, and this is the story he told: ....''
Ad infinitum...
Caused no end of merriment for the littlies. And the oldies. Midnight before we got to bed.
