I am back on Australian soil. This makes me quite happy as, though America is quite an awesome place, the culture does get a bit soul destroying after a while, and I’m sick of these suitcases. So tomorrow I enter my last week of this saga, somewhat mourfully, and return to Perth next Tuesday and surrender my life to the university work I’m already behind on for a week or so. But first, a stopover in the barbarian lands that are the East of this country.
The Alaskan Airlines flights out of Seattle to LAX was predictably bad, other than the fortune of the mother and daughter next to me vactaing their seats to two empty ones, leaving me with three to myself. The flight from LAX to Sydney was much more enjoyable up to the last hour when we hit what can be guessed as the after-effects of a particularly nasty storm that hit southern Queensland on the weekend, though there were few clouds in the sky. I almost died, the turbulance was so bad - nothing like I’d ever experience before. My stomach has not yet fully recovered.
On the plane I watch HP4, Capote and Good Night and Good Luck. More on those later, suffice to say they made the flight much better. We really do have a good thing going in QANTAS, it is by far the best airline in the world on all fronts - never having had a fatal crash and very few crashes of any description, having a good standard of entertainment, up to date technology, and pretty good customer service.
The Greyhound from Sydney to Canberra was pretty good, there was a movie, which is unheard of on buses in my experience. It was only Catwoman though, not particularly great and the sound wasn’t loud enough. But it did its job and killed a couple of hours. Then what am I assaulted with while waiting at that station for Hannah to finish work? The worst game show of all time, Family Feud, has been revived and hosted by none other than Bert Newton. Australia, can I not leave the country for four months and not have you screw it up? Go to your room and think about what you did.
So now I’m on a farm somewhere south of Canberra and leaving at 7:30am every day this week to go to Canberra and ammuse myself until 5ish. Apparently parliament isn’t sitting, which greatly reduces the number of things to do from one to zero unless Ronnie and Co can conjure something up.
And Crash for best picture? pfffffft...