Dubbonomy

I'm in Dubbo.

Short notice for most. I only got two days notice, although provisional notice was around for a few weeks. Ah well.

Uncle Francis happened to be going to Brisbane on the same day, just an hour earlier. So, out of the kindness of my heart, I agreed to wake up an hour earlier and twiddle my thumbs in Melbourne Airport to make up that hour again.

That all went fairly well. Except when I was informed that due to ice on the plane, our flight was to be delayed about an hour. Add to this the fact that we were not told about this until about 30 minutes of waiting. I only had about 65 minutes transit time in Sydney too.

Got to Sydney and navigated my way through the labyrinthine complex to find the Dubbo departure lounge. I was a mere 10 minutes late for this trip. The airline had kindly booked me in for the next flight to Dubbo. Four hours away.

Four hours in Sydney airport. I walked around a lot, read a book, listened to a bit of music on my phone, but eventually the plane came. Oh yeah, the plane was about 45 minutes late too.

It's now about 6pm. I notice the rent-a-car lady is looking tired waiting for my booked vehicle, so I do the paperwork before picking up my luggage. She scurries off home. Don't blame her, I'd have better things to do on a Friday night.

Got to the motel. The girl at reception gives me the key and I go to my allotted room. Unfortunately, it's the wrong key. Go back to reception and try again. Second time lucky.

I get to sleep reasonably optimistically. After all, how much worse can it get?