I’ve never been one for spontaneity. But there is just one woman in my life that doesn’t seem to care for my rule of preplanning visits. I picked her up, we got coffee, and spent the afternoon watching the sunset over a lake. Because of the spontaneity – I didn’t have my camera on me, which turned out not to be such a bad thing (even though the sunset was beautiful).
Susan called to ask if we’d all like to get some dinner and drive up to Mt Coot-tha. I checked the weather conditions as we were waiting to pick up our Indian. Light rain, with a lightning storm. Suddenly being on top of a mountain didn’t seem too hot flash. Naturally we opted for a location closer to water (ha ha safety). Our house is a few blocks away from Brisbane’s river, which is where we ended up. We ate from the containers and watched the storm.
24/01/16
Apparently
it’s odd to order wine at a beerhouse, but I’m all about breaking down those
social expectations. Today I was celebrating the birthday of one of my closest
friends. So this is an ode-like ode to her.
We
met while I was buying soya crisps,
We
poked faces at each other between the 200 metres that separated our stores,
I
came back with a paper crane with my number hidden in it (classy, I know),
You
called me. I called you.
I
met your family, and passed out from heat stroke. A great first impression.
You
moved away, and so did I.
A
few years later we met somewhere in the middle and haven’t looked back since.
We’ve
met our heroes together, laughed hard, and cried even harder.
You're
the bee’s knees, Ms. Tweed.
The
end!
Can
you tell I'm a natural poet?
25/01/16
While
Susan swam away her stress, I got to sit in the grandstands transcribing interviews.
There
are worse things.
Quick shameless self promotion: my interview will be published on Saturday here.
26/01/16
Help,
I’m prematurely in holiday mode. Perhaps you can tell by the length of these
posts? It’s only 4 days until we leave the country and I can’t seem to
manage anything. Which is not at all helpful when the ‘to-do’ list is longer
than I care to admit. Not even my own shoelaces can keep it together. No words
can encapsulate the gratitude I have for being constantly pushed into doing
things I don’t feel up to doing. For example, today, I did not want to get out
of bed. Susan forced me to, and then forced me out of the house to work (my
work ethic drops when I’m near my bed). Subsequently I got a lot more done than
what I thought I would.
27/01/16
I
was stuck in peak hour traffic. As I sipped my soy flat white, I glanced around
my car. The dashboard read 8:03AM. I sighed, looking down at where my coffee
from last week had spilt, destroying my aux cord in the process. I still needed
to clean that up. As I mentally added it to my ‘to-do’ list, a woman in her
late 30s caught my eye. She was wearing a dark blue blouse, a pencil skirt, and
definitely Grosby work shoes. She caught my eye because she was running
full speed, arms flailing, backpack bouncing, towards the bus stop in front me.
The odds were against her, even in the snail pace of traffic. A twang of
embarrassment overwhelmed me from the harsh memories that I had accumulated
being in her exact position. Suddenly it was me running for that bus.
Desperation smeared across my face as I took off my shoe to throw at the
vehicle, in protest for not stopping. Not one of my greatest moments.
As
predicted, she didn’t make it. The bus pulled away the second she reached the
stop. This woman, however, was definitely not me. She remained calm. She looked
at the bus’ scheduled planner, paced a few metres, and closed her eyes. Perhaps
her best move considering there was a convoy of cars, bumper to bumper,
watching her impending meltdown.
A
car in front of me wound down its window, presenting a smiley kiwi woman,
signaling for the Grosby lady’s attention.
“Where
are you going?” The Kiwi lady yelled.
“The
city.”
“Would
you like a lift?” Without a second thought she began weaving through the
congested traffic before getting into the car.
Human
kindness amazes me.
28/01/16
To
pick up where I left off, yesterday was an exercise in kindness for me.
Tomorrow I leave for Norway. Susan and I were triple checking our flight times
and meals and layover destinations, when I discovered something we had totally
overlooked. For the record, I did not organize this trip. Susan did. My only
request was that we fly Emirates and that was it. Somehow we had both
overlooked one minor detail: the 18-hour stopover in Dubai. For anyone that has
ever travelled internationally before, you would know that stopovers are never
fun. I’d like to say I was calm and collected and fine about it, but I probably
could have handled it better.
Four
hours later and I was ready to be civil again. I walked into the study where
Susan was still frantically looking for options to ease our time there. I
channeled my best Dowager Countess of Grantham and said, “When something bad
happens there's no point in wishing it had not happened. The only option is to
minimise the damage.”
We
spent hours looking up different options from lounges, to sleeping pods, to
hotels at the airport. We had settled upon booking a hotel room for the 18
hours, at the low price of $400. Susan, being the angel she is, offered
to brunt the cost on account of feeling responsible for the time issues. I told
her we’d book it today.
Flash-forward
to this morning, we had both made peace with the situation and were ready to finalise
our booking. But for whatever reason before I booked our hotel room, I decided
to logon to the Emirates website to quadruple check our flight seats. I was
reading the fine print about our flight, when I saw that we were eligible for Dubai
Connect: “As a special courtesy to our passengers, in certain cases where
an itinerary calls for a longer stopover in Dubai, Emirates will provide
accommodation, meals, ground transportation and visa costs.”
Needless
to say a free hotel definitely beats hanging around an airport for 18
hours!
29/01/16
It
might be better once I actually get to the other side to share my pro-travel
tips. But I’ll do one now, because it is suited to do before you get on
the plane/boat/train.
Traveling
is usually sort of uncomfortable – no matter the class you book. Because of
that, it’s especially important to be aware of the people around and what they
might be going through.
When
I moved to England, I spent the first 4 hours of my flight crying. Luckily, I
was seated next to two young girls who had no idea what to do so they left me
alone. Travel doesn’t necessarily mean ‘holiday’. That is a tip, but not the
one I had in mind. My tip is shower beforehand. I mean it. What is worse
than being in a small area with nowhere to really go? Sharing that small area
with someone who smells. If you don’t have a chance to have a quick rinse, pack
some antiperspirant and/or baby wipes, with a light (I cannot stress how light
I mean when I say ‘light’) perfume/cologne. It makes the journey a lot more
pleasant.
Next
time you hear from me I’ll be in Norway – or Dubai. Either one.
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