Day 16: Home? Noooooooo…..
Today I woke up at 8am so I could bid my friends farewell before they headed off to work, then went back to bed and napped a bit longer.
I got up about 11 and started to pack my suitcase. I was amazed how everything fitted in – thanks to those roll-up vacuum bags, otherwise it might have been a different story. I REALLY needed them – especially since I bought my big stuffed Mokona, he took up a lot of space.
I finally wrote on some postcards i’d bought, which I later sent from the airport post office. No doubt i’d beat those home.
Gage offered to send me to the Airport, which is good as I was NOT looking forward to lugging all my stuff on the train.
He arrived about 3pm, packed the car, then drove to the airport. We met up with Louis at the ‘Budget Terminal‘ (Yeah, it’s actually called that, with a really budget looking logo!) and checked our bags in. Mine was 27kg, and Louis’ was 16.8kg. Just within our weight limit.
To fill in time, we drove back to T2 and had some food at the staff food court area. I didn’t even know there was such a thing! It was just like a normal food court, only.. quiet. Maybe we missed peak lunch hour (haha, no such thing in Singapore, it’s food time anytime!) but there weren’t many people around. I picked the only thing that looked safe to eat – considering I was about to board a plane – freshly cooked Fried Rice. It was a bit bland. Oh well.
Gage drove us back to the budget terminal, where we said our goodbyes. We headed through the departure gate, and then joined the gate queue to wait. Awhile later we boarded the plane, found our seats (No window seat, boo.) and squeezed in for the journey.
The size of some hand luggage people bring on amazes me – I don’t know why they’re allowed. One woman almost needed a rugby team to squeeze her bag into the overhead compartments, which then refused to shut until someone else gave it an extra push. And here we were worried we were carrying too much… 7kg limit my ass.
A long boring journey later, we arrived in Darwin. 11.30 local time. Our connecting plane was due to leave at 1.30.
It took the best part of 2 hours to get through customs, so I was shitting myself our plane would have already left. But we just joined the Tiger queue for check-in along with everyone else. 45 minutes later we’d checked in for our domestic flight, and headed into the lounge. Another half an hour passed, and finally we started boarding. Then we took off.
I could elaborate on the whole flight process, but it’s not interesting. Just tedious. Take sleeping pills, seriously. I won’t be leaving without them next time.
Another boring, sleepless flight later, we arrived in Melbourne about 8am. We disembarked, then stood around in a chicken-wire enclosed tin shed until our luggage came out of the carousel about 20 minutes later. A friend picked us up and dropped us home.
It felt weird to be in my house again. Everything seemed so… big. No time to ponder, I headed straight to bed. Good night. Or good morning, whatever.
19.Feb.08 
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