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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Tuesday 22 November 2005 (Day View) – Bronwen & I fly from Sydney to Brisbane.
22.11.2005 – Tuesday 22 November – Birds, Babies & Brisbane
- • I went for a walk to Centennial Park and saw skateboarder signs, swans, geese, other birds, flowers, many babies, and various other things. I then went looking for a milkshake in King’s Cross (at Bronwen’s request, who would have thought?) but was unable to find anywhere that sold both milkshakes and nachos, eventually finding a place miles away which apparently didn’t have a suitable “atmosphere”, but which did sell good nachos and milkshakes—and good they were, nearly forty dollars good.
- • Brian and Judy had driven us to the airport, where we are now sitting on the plane while the staff attempt to locate two missing passengers, eventually having to find, and presumably incinerate, their luggage.
- • Doors are closed, and we’re off towards Brisbane, on another Virgin 737-800, sitting in seats 9A and B.
- • We arrive in Brisbane, where the time is again back to its correct self, an hour before where it has been, and are whisked off to Bronwen’s place for dinner and much-needed sleep.