Writing from the hostel/backpacker… It’s 8am Sunday (and 2pm Saturday for you).l
While waiting at the gate for my plane in Denver, I decided there needs to be a new policiy reguarding boarding. When the gate announcer says, “Now boarding our First Class passengers,” everyone waiting should give a round of applause.
I flew in an S80 to LA, and in a 747 to Melbourne (just thot you’d like to know, Samovar). Qantas has banned Furby toys on their aircraft. Those demi-intelligent automatons must never be allowed to know what happens during flight.
I found a two-button toilet at Ariel’s host family’s bathroom. One button for half a flush, the other for a full flush. Oz in a drought as well, so everyone is water concious.
The cross walks “click” when you’re supposed to cross (a cue for blind people). But it sounds really strange - kinda like those wind-up cymbal-equipped monkey toys. A dull metallic clang in a fast tempo.
Today, I hope to buy stationery. Oh, and that snail mail address is as slow as a snail. Notice it’s being sent to Sydney (and I’m in Melbourne). In addition to the week long transit time for a letter to reach Oz, it will take at least a week for them to forward me the mail. But they can’t forward the mail yet because I haven’t given them an address to forward to (so you can send mail, and they’ll hold it). Uf.