ATW80: Hong King Kong

Man, I was so tired from the weekend - seeing that I didn’t sleep for much of it - and I will admit that there’s no bed like my own. But my sister Antonia came over right on 9am as she was taking me to the airport to make sure I got the plane on time. Worse things have happened before!

My sister works for AQIS but told me that my shoes would have been fine to take to the UK - apparently their quarantine isn’t as strict as ours. Here are my shoes with grass clippings and dog shit as well. I also bumped into my cousin Ricardo, working the security in the customs desk. How appropriate that the last person I get to see is family - there is no escaping the Timorese.

I’m not tempted by any offers of duty free booze as I think it’s probably such a cliché to be walking onto a plane with bagfuls of the stuff. Also, I can’t be bothered carrying it around either. So it’s just a simple day pack plus one piece of checked in luggage already weighing in ay 17kg. And I can say right now, there are no special guests hiding inside - I’m sorry readers, there’s no Baz or Kaz - there just wasn’t enough room.

When Toni hears that today’s plane is an Airbus, she gives me the look of death. Haha. My family are really good like that. Such as the time that Robbie and I went in an XPT in Car D, and my sister Paula called it D for Death. Thanks a lot! Hopefully you will get to read this journal.

Anyhow, I’m going to try chatting to the girl next to me. She’s got a Hong Kong passport but has been writing postcards in Japanese. She also asked for refreshments in English. After all, it’s an 8.5 hour flight so I need to make the most of my time, especially if the in-flight entertainment isn’t working…

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