TUESDAY 17TH MARCH
It was a long night last night and I’m feeling it a little more than usual. In fact the reason I’m feeling it is I think I have food poisoning from a dodgy burger I ate last night. I spend the entire day between the bathroom and my bed, constantly sweating and then shivering. This isn’t a nice feeling, my stomach hurts because of the food and my head hurts because of the drink. Even when I do get out of bed it’s only for an hour and I’m so cold when I get up, I have four layers on, even though it’s 97F (36C) outside.
WEDNESDAY 18TH MARCH
I’m still laid up in bed. My sheets are piss wet through from sweat and I’m dehydrated to fuck. Louise goes out with Tasha, the Slovenian girl from the tour and does some sightseeing. I just stay in bed with the internet on and spend every 20 minutes going to the toilet. Two of the lads from the tour, Nils and Markus, are leaving today. They’re going to hitch it to Darwin; not the cleverest thing to do, but they say they’ll be fine and they’re both adults so who are we to argue. I finally get up around 19:00p.m and try to eat something. That was probably the worst thing I could have possibly done, as no sooner do I eat it, and I’m back in the bathroom.
THURSDAY 19TH MARCH
Today would have been my Dad’s 57th birthday. He’s been dead for 18 months and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t think of him, I miss him so much but he’s gone and I can’t do anything about it. I love you Dad.
We’re off to Brisbane today, via Melbourne as it’s cheaper. The check-in girl is an arsehole. They make me move stuff around so that my check-in is under 20Kg even though the 2Kg I was over goes straight into my carry-on. At first I ask her if I she can just let it go. With all the charm of a wet fart she says, ‘No, I won’t be doing that.’ What difference does it make to where my luggage allowance goes? Can somebody please explain this to me? As far as I can see it’s just another way of making money out of people who don’t happen to own a set of airport scales. The flight to Melbourne is horrible. There’s loads of turbulence, which plays havoc with my guts, and the staff just sit at the back chatting away not one bit interested in the passengers. I even have to ask them to move so I can get to the toilet! Tiger Airlines: Budget Airline – Budget Service. When we land at Melbourne we even have to pick up our bags from a shed.Check-in at Melbourne is simple; thank you Mr. Branson. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse between two bread vans, so I stop off and get myself something. Melbourne airport is full of all sorts of culinary delights. How is it possible for me to eat and then less than two minutes later be in the bathroom again! The flight to Brisbane goes without any fuss; I’m too engrossed in my book, Adam Gilchrist’s Autobiography that Louise bought me as a get well present, to notice. Into Brisbane at 20:00p.m and we just make the last train to town. Louise forgot to get directions to the hostel, so we have to ring them up. I wish she hadn’t bothered; it’s an absolute shit hole. It’s full of kids, there’s no security of note and it’s really noisy.
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Yes it is a shame about the luggage 'sheds' for the smaller airlines, but the bigger boys such as Qantas are not likely to give up their space and until Melbourne Airport builds some new facilities it is just the way it is... could be a while... I flew a similar, but now defunct, airline some 20 years ago and there were only sheds then so I can see it changing to soon... good for a laugh though. Jamie
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