If you can read this, it means that we are sitting in Brisbane Airport, wondering once again how it is that we are leaving again when it feels as though we have only just arrived. Yes we’ve been busy, no we haven’t stopped but even when we take the time to think about what we’ve done, the intervening time seems impossibly short.
The photograph of course is not from today, nor even from this country although we do share a common sun, which, at the time of writing has long since retired. It’s close enough to the view we would have had from the lounge though, had there been any actual light outside.
The view from Airports seems to be like the decor of international hotel chains, it’s always the same. This is rather unhelpful if you are trying to work out whether you are coming or going, even the advertising is the same the world over.
It will have been nineteen hours since we rose this morning, when finally we board, and in the very probable event that we depart on time, another twenty-four or so before we are due to land in Brussels.
Even though it will be Friday for the entire length of the journey and for at least six hours thereafter, the day will feel interminably long.
If only we could work out how to make the days between flights last as long as the flight itself.
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Have fun ..... always a long journey to anywhere overseas from Australia.
Have a fabulous trip guys .. keep safe. I always get a chuckle at your posts Pete. 😊😊
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