This post is coming to everyone via the Hudsons Coffee stand at Adelaide Airport. It really isn’t that exciting. Getting here nice and early to save money on a shuttle seems to have backfired, as I just spent over $10 on coffee and a breakfast muffin, and with three hours until my flight I’m guessing hunger is going to set in again. It isn’t helped by the incredible boredom at all. All of the shops are through security. To get through security I need a boarding pass, and to get one of those I need to be able to check in for my flight. That’s not going to happen for another hour yet… well 56 minutes, but who’s counting?
Sadly this isn’t even an area where a great extent of people watching can be done. There’s the old man with his wife who is sitting over by the foreign exchange booth. He seems to be suffering from some sort of allergy, as he is constantly rubbing his very red and watery eyes. There is the friendly, but half deaf information man, who was the one who kindly directed me to the coffee stand. He’s doing a fair bit of wandering and directing. Other than that there are just a bunch of other bored looking passengers waiting for flights, or lifts from the airport, or people to arrive on flights.
Oh, that was interesting. This short little man that obviously works here just came out of the secure area with his hood all pulled up around his face and a very suspicious garbage bag in his clutches. I know that it’s nothing… he’s probably the cleaning man, but I’m bored and have to make up something to keep entertained.
There is the cute guy that came to the coffee shop after me. The unfortunate part is that he chose a spot to enjoy his beverage that is directly behind me. Therefore, if there is to be any ogling it would be extremely indiscreet… so again I must just imagine.
It isn’t even the boredom that is making me want to just be through security already. I know that my poor luggage is overweight and I just want to get through check-in without having to pay exorbitant fees. It’s just eating away at me that I might have to toss even more stuff than the three bags left at Ally’s and the two left in Melbourne. How on earth did I accumulate so much in only eight months?!
Hmm I’m almost out of coffee. Now I am out of coffee. Forty-five minutes until I can check in. Do I splurge and buy another cup for a crazy $4, or maybe get that yummy chocolate muffin that has been calling my name since I sat down? Or do I suck it up and just keep waiting without sustenance to take my mind off the slow moving hand of the big clock over the international arrivals area?
There goes a backpacker. He was kind of cute. I don’t know how people can cram enough into those packs to last for their travels. Volume wise I seem to have been able to consolidate my stuff down, but I’m still lugging around about 35 kilos, and I wouldn’t be at all happy to have all that weight on my back. I should mention that my limit for this flight is only 32 kilos, and for my next flight it is a measly 30! That is unless I suck it up and pay the $50 for excess, and get a whopping 7 kilos extra. Woohoo!
Sadly it will be this weigh in today that will determine whether more of my hard earned money gets sucked up by the multi-billion dollar travel industry.
Down to 39 minutes until check in. Now I think I’m almost glad that I have a little bit longer because that coffee really isn’t sitting well. Or perhaps it was the apple I attempted to eat for breakfast. It taught me a very valuable lesson that you shouldn’t eat fruit right after brushing your teeth because it makes it almost impossible to tell if it’s rotten or not.
Oh a plane just got in. There are the pilots and flight attendants. They don’t look as tired as I would have guessed. Maybe I should learn French so that I can be a flight attendant in Canada. That might be fun. Or I might want to shoot some of those annoying passengers that seem to freak out over every little noise and complain about everything. That wouldn’t be so fun. I might become famous like that flight attendant that jumped from the plane after getting pissed off. Not sure I want to become famous for that reason.
Well it’s now only 34 minutes until I can check in. Time to get my belongings together, make my way to the toilet and stand in line, before waiting for another two hours. Yay.
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