I’m writing this at Sydney airport waiting for my flight to Sunshine Coast. I’m up for the weekend – did I mention that I’m (gulp) 50 on Sunday? – and can’t wait to see my family. It’s hard to believe that the next time I do this trip – in just 2 weeks – it will be to move up…
Because of a number of reasons we don’t need to go into, I was super early today – not that it worries me… I love airports – with a few notable exceptions (Jakarta and KL LCC I’m looking at you).
Anyways, because it’s Thursday and I’m linking up with the lovin’ life crew at Deep Fried Fruit, here’s why I don’t mind the wait.
The comings, the goings, the greetings, the goodbyes, the excitement, the not excitement. The faces tell the story.
Yep, I said it. I might be fussy about my food, but seriously (some) airports are getting better. Yes I know that plenty aren’t great, but I’ll always remember a fabulous Hainanese Chicken at Hong Kong.
This morning I had brekky at Movida in T2 and managed to get a decent whack of todays word count done. Right now I’m sipping at coffee at Veloce Cafe near the Jetstar gates. Some girls from Dapto Swimming Club have just “rowed” their way along the travelator. Another group were on their tummies freestyling. I’m glad I don’t have to wash those squad shirts.
I’ve never got tired of it. When I do, well, it’s time to be giving it all away.
I always buy a book at the airport. Always. A real non-kindle book. In fact, as soon as this is posted I’ll be popping across to do just that.
The Departures Board
I love checking out the board and playing the where will I go next game.
What about you- are you a fan?