From somewhere over the Pacific…
Qantas Flight 741, LAX – BNE
12:23 PM (Black Mountain, NC), 2:20AM (Brisbane, Australia)
Mmmm… good travel luck: This flight to Australia is a long one, especially on top of flights from the east coast, but somehow I ended up with a bank of three seats to myself. I offered to switch with the pregnant woman across the aisle, but she said she was fine with the two seats she has, and pointed out that she’s short.
I’ve been traveling for almost twenty-three hours now (Charlotte to St. Louis to Los Angeles to Oz), and I only have four and a half left until touchdown, so I’m on the home stretch. It really hasn’t been too bad, thanks to the fortuitous seating.
I fell into conversation with an Australian woman at the gate in LAX who reminded me of a peculiar idiosyncracy of Australian speech – they have a tendency to shorten words and add an ‘o’ to the end. So ‘garbage men’ become ‘garbos,’ musicians are ‘muzos,’ etc. Added to the charming accent, it’s irresistible.
I just asked a stunningly beautiful flight attendant if I could have some water. Hearing myself ask for “wattur,” and her elegantly clarify “You’d like some wautteh?” made me feel rather pedestrian, but also made me look forward to listening to those lovely accents for a while.
Brisbane has been in drought for over ten years, and I’ve been thinking that I might need to shave my head when I move down in January just to be responsible with water (and to mark all of the other drastic changes, I guess). It turns out that it’s been raining non-stop all summer, though (our winter), and the water tables are back up, the farmers have plenty of water and all’s well, according to the woman in the airport. Maybe I should take that as divine intervention to keep Deanna from having to look at my bumpy head (what, are you suggesting that it isn’t all about me?).
The Australian woman said all the rain has everyone in Brisbane a bit ‘aggro.’ The forecast looks sunny while I’m there, though, so I’m going to go buy some sandals and enjoy a spot of late summer in my late winter. That is, after I sleep for 24 hours or so.
I took these shots of the runway with a three-second exposure from the plane window in LA…