Sunrise over an Australian horizon.

Reunions are Sweet. Me and my Roomie.

Cody, Banana and Spack. Does anybody have a normal name?

Me and my Mummy.

Three Stooges? Or Engineers. Tough Call.

Well, what a weekend.
A more detailed write up will be impending. Am currently dealing with chronic Jet Lag, so my brain is scattered and not capable of fluent text...

Flight was pretty good, I managed to spill a cup of OJ all over myself while
I was asleep, but other than that it was pretty nifty. Dried OJ looks a little bit like chunder, so I guess there's a neat explanation why nobody wants to sit next to me...

Leaving Brisbane was a bit of a wrench. It wasn't the big adventure that it
was last time... it was just leaving. I dont think Mum was all that
overjoyed at seeing me walk off toward immigration by myself, but I had the
time to give her plenty of hugs before I was called. After seeing the coast
again, I know I'll never be a Pom. It may sound tacky to quote the lyrics
of a song, but "I'll still call Australia home."

Have decided that I am an excellent Duty Free shopper. I walk in. I find
what I want. I buy it and walk out. The challenge then, is to find
somewhere in my hand luggage to store it. An Engineering logistics
challenge from hell. Mathematically, I cannot increase the physical space
inside my bag, nor can I magically shrink the shitload of stuff that I had
to put in it, Harry Potter style.

Somehow, via the cubed root of 96 and a lot of colourful language, I managed
to squish everything inside my handluggage. It now weighs more than I do,
but that is neither here nor there. Damn near killed me when I pulled it
out of the overhead lockers... Will have a nice bag-shaped bruise on my
shoulder for a few weeks yet.

Missing everybody already. Dont want to go back!!!

In the words of somebody more eloquent: "I'm here for a good time, not a long time."

Til next time.
Jac xx