Paging Mr. Rust

I have never before been the person urged along over airport PA while a aircraft full of people sit and wait.

My first flight scheduled to depart at 0655 from Brisbane was delayed first for unspecified reasons then, after we had been boarded, a “container weight discrepancy”. The last time I flew internationally, I was delay by a wasp which had built a hive in the air speed meter, only in Australia!

I arrived in Sydney as my next flight was scheduled to depart. I was yet to arrive at the correct terminal and clear customs. Finally, filling down the the impossibly narrow aisle between disgruntled passengers, careful not to make eye contact or bump anyone with my carry on baggage, as i am sure ether would resualt in a mob beating.

From then on things play out as they always do on international flights, time is divided between fighting off atrophy, eating and chain watching rubbish films you would otherwise never see. I was surprised to find “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” screening and Marc Newsons signature crockery. The latter was obviously unremarkable but surprising none the less.