in transitu
You know, I think I enjoy the process of travelling far more than the actual destination. Hmm. Of course this may be because the flight to and from Melbourne is only an hour as opposed to the five hours to and from Perth. Still, it's a theory I will have to further explore.
Am killing time at Melbourne Airport cos I'm in homing pigeon mode now and thoroughly sick of carrying my bags around the city. Not that I have that many bags but I did buy two more books than I swore I would and maybe that's the difference.
The play was fantastic. I made a friend! And spoke/shook hands with Robert Menzies. Dan was excellent. The hair and beard were considerably less alarming in person but still disconcerting. And it was wonderful walking around the city this arvo with sheba_finesse's friend, Simon, more so for the one long conversation we had. Also, we saw the Dali exhibition and I kinda love the National Gallery of Victoria, if only for the waterwall. Gotta track down Destino and check out Harold Edgerton's milk photos.
I am quite ready to get on the plane. But have three hours to kill and three books to read. Would you believe the new Libba Bray book, A Sweet Far Thing, is out and I only discovered it in the airport newsagent yesterday and it's a big fat mother of a thing so I actually had to Walk Away from it? Gah!
To reading!
Am killing time at Melbourne Airport cos I'm in homing pigeon mode now and thoroughly sick of carrying my bags around the city. Not that I have that many bags but I did buy two more books than I swore I would and maybe that's the difference.
The play was fantastic. I made a friend! And spoke/shook hands with Robert Menzies. Dan was excellent. The hair and beard were considerably less alarming in person but still disconcerting. And it was wonderful walking around the city this arvo with sheba_finesse's friend, Simon, more so for the one long conversation we had. Also, we saw the Dali exhibition and I kinda love the National Gallery of Victoria, if only for the waterwall. Gotta track down Destino and check out Harold Edgerton's milk photos.
I am quite ready to get on the plane. But have three hours to kill and three books to read. Would you believe the new Libba Bray book, A Sweet Far Thing, is out and I only discovered it in the airport newsagent yesterday and it's a big fat mother of a thing so I actually had to Walk Away from it? Gah!
To reading!