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Saturday, 7 May 2005
Changed aircraft at Brisbane airport. As I walked through the screening area, they did a "Michael Somare" on me and made me take off my shoes. Should I now hand back my Medicare card, refuse all future tax refunds, perhaps even renounce my Australian citizenship? Luckily, I had a couple more hours in the air, then an almost intolerable four-hour wait at Sydney airport, and five hours on the bus to Batemans Bay, during which to ponder this.
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Another early start! I left my room on Cairns' Esplanade at 4 o'clock in the morning
with the midnight revellers still in full swing. As the VIRGIN flight - nothing virgin
about this one with the flight attendant Karen in a very advanced state of pregnancy -
taxied to its
take-off, I read through the safety instructions in the seat pocket and realised
that this particular aircraft had done service in South America. One paragraph
still read, "Survivors are advised that, in the case of a crash-landing in a
remote part of the Andes, rows 1 - 24 should be eaten first." Just kidding! (It
was rows 1 - 10!)
