I Love Australia.
The dilemmas of being a blogger with no internet or dodgy internet! Funny things happen when travelling and I hate it when I bust a gut laughing and cannot share.
In the near future I will give you tips and more warnings about excess luggage loads AND international travel. TRUST me when I say you cannot always believe words just because they are in print.
Trust me, TOO, you cannot always believe airline itineraries just because you are reading them on a boarding pass. Words MAY be typed: Arrive Terminal 2 Los Angeles - Depart Terminal 2 Los Angeles, but you will NOT find your international flight to Melbourne...because it has been moved, but no one thought that little pearl of info was important enough to share. As much as I have roamed I wear decent shoes that allow me to run like the wind! What a sight it must have been...
Did not utter one word on the exceedingly long flight to Melbourne; DK, if you are reading this...I can actually SEE your eyebrows raising over your forehead in disbelief. Truth. I was not in that head space. Flew into exceptionally strong head winds upon arrival and entire plane took a BIG dip to the LEFT. I can assure you excited passengers had HEAPS of words then...and they all came out - the good, the bad, AND the ugly!!! We made it. Landing was superb. No one could stand up though!!!
Apparently, going through Easy Access/Easy Pass Customs is SUPPOSED to be EASY, operative word...RIGHT??? EASY has worked for me many times before and it is incredibly fast, but one only has a few seconds after glaring at the camera to get personal belongings on the OTHER side of the electronic, glass gate. Nope. Un-unnnnn. NOT happening. These tired (older) arms and these skinny, shakey legs from a very unexpected and hugely inappropriate, NOT to mention unpleasant DIP by the plane left me in a state..so, I was unable to.get my friggin' heavy HAND luggage (more like body luggage) through the delicate, little glass electronic gate in friggin' time. Disallowed entry into Australia and advised by a BIG, bright flashing red sign to seek special assistance with customs. Hence, begin again - START AT BACK OF LINE. BUT, before I get to proper space I have to reverse out of my line with my fat luggage and people NOT wanting to budge. I think I had begun this low, gutteral growling and the path widened for me. No Worries. One does as one is told upon entering any country. Very close to huge meltdown, however.
6:40am. Been up for what? An entire day??? Now at international luggage. Masses of passengers. Everyone grumpy. We have all had that kind of sleep where you nod off, jerk yourself awake because your neck is about ready to snap OFF your body only to discover you have drooled a good bit. SO...THAT'S WHY the lights get turned off almost immediately on international flights - keeps us from making complete fools of ourselves!!! My 'HEAVY: BEND KNEES' first suitcase approaches the turn of the carousel. I make a small run for it...uttering 'Scuse me' a hundred times through elbows and overcoats. Reach down, heave-ho, but that suitcase, MY suitcase has had ENOUGH. He is determined he's not going ANY further. As I grabbed...I SWEAR it grabbed back. I am now on top of my suitcase, riding the carousel, with my ass and legs in the air. No one said or did anything. I popped myself back onto the floor, NO doubt, looking like a deer caught in headlights, and promptly announced, 'ALL okay and...YES...you can laugh' Everyone cracked UP - many trying NOT to do so. I am crimson red because I feel it throughout my entire body. Next, second piece of oversized luggage of mine comes bounding around the carousel and I managed to announce 'That's mine!' - Heaps of strapping, young men AND older ones said, 'NO, Let ME!' Ha!!!! No one wanted to suffer another episode.
Many more lovely stories. We have temporary reception, poop reception actually and I am already scaring the neighbours by blogging on the curbside in my pj's. Can't do this anymore at this time. It is now, quite assuredly, Bloody Mary time. More to come; SO much more...
The Upside Down Roaming Stevens delusional with JETLAG.
Posted with high emotions...
Blanco
PS: There is nothing more beautiful than crystal clear nights with gigantic sparkling diamonds of stars and the quiet of Kapunda. I LOVE AUSTRALIA.
In the near future I will give you tips and more warnings about excess luggage loads AND international travel. TRUST me when I say you cannot always believe words just because they are in print.
Trust me, TOO, you cannot always believe airline itineraries just because you are reading them on a boarding pass. Words MAY be typed: Arrive Terminal 2 Los Angeles - Depart Terminal 2 Los Angeles, but you will NOT find your international flight to Melbourne...because it has been moved, but no one thought that little pearl of info was important enough to share. As much as I have roamed I wear decent shoes that allow me to run like the wind! What a sight it must have been...
Did not utter one word on the exceedingly long flight to Melbourne; DK, if you are reading this...I can actually SEE your eyebrows raising over your forehead in disbelief. Truth. I was not in that head space. Flew into exceptionally strong head winds upon arrival and entire plane took a BIG dip to the LEFT. I can assure you excited passengers had HEAPS of words then...and they all came out - the good, the bad, AND the ugly!!! We made it. Landing was superb. No one could stand up though!!!
Apparently, going through Easy Access/Easy Pass Customs is SUPPOSED to be EASY, operative word...RIGHT??? EASY has worked for me many times before and it is incredibly fast, but one only has a few seconds after glaring at the camera to get personal belongings on the OTHER side of the electronic, glass gate. Nope. Un-unnnnn. NOT happening. These tired (older) arms and these skinny, shakey legs from a very unexpected and hugely inappropriate, NOT to mention unpleasant DIP by the plane left me in a state..so, I was unable to.get my friggin' heavy HAND luggage (more like body luggage) through the delicate, little glass electronic gate in friggin' time. Disallowed entry into Australia and advised by a BIG, bright flashing red sign to seek special assistance with customs. Hence, begin again - START AT BACK OF LINE. BUT, before I get to proper space I have to reverse out of my line with my fat luggage and people NOT wanting to budge. I think I had begun this low, gutteral growling and the path widened for me. No Worries. One does as one is told upon entering any country. Very close to huge meltdown, however.
6:40am. Been up for what? An entire day??? Now at international luggage. Masses of passengers. Everyone grumpy. We have all had that kind of sleep where you nod off, jerk yourself awake because your neck is about ready to snap OFF your body only to discover you have drooled a good bit. SO...THAT'S WHY the lights get turned off almost immediately on international flights - keeps us from making complete fools of ourselves!!! My 'HEAVY: BEND KNEES' first suitcase approaches the turn of the carousel. I make a small run for it...uttering 'Scuse me' a hundred times through elbows and overcoats. Reach down, heave-ho, but that suitcase, MY suitcase has had ENOUGH. He is determined he's not going ANY further. As I grabbed...I SWEAR it grabbed back. I am now on top of my suitcase, riding the carousel, with my ass and legs in the air. No one said or did anything. I popped myself back onto the floor, NO doubt, looking like a deer caught in headlights, and promptly announced, 'ALL okay and...YES...you can laugh' Everyone cracked UP - many trying NOT to do so. I am crimson red because I feel it throughout my entire body. Next, second piece of oversized luggage of mine comes bounding around the carousel and I managed to announce 'That's mine!' - Heaps of strapping, young men AND older ones said, 'NO, Let ME!' Ha!!!! No one wanted to suffer another episode.
Many more lovely stories. We have temporary reception, poop reception actually and I am already scaring the neighbours by blogging on the curbside in my pj's. Can't do this anymore at this time. It is now, quite assuredly, Bloody Mary time. More to come; SO much more...
The Upside Down Roaming Stevens delusional with JETLAG.
Posted with high emotions...
Blanco
PS: There is nothing more beautiful than crystal clear nights with gigantic sparkling diamonds of stars and the quiet of Kapunda. I LOVE AUSTRALIA.
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