Of Terrorists And IndyCars
Its always fun when people ring you up to ask you out, and you have to say
"Well i'd love to man...but you see...im currently sitting on a balcony over looking surfers paradise"
I managed to escape the state with very few people notecing aparently as i got to say that quite often.
So the trip. Got to the airport at 10:00 on wednesday. Spent a good half an hour playing around with our bags trying to get them under 20Kg for the plane. Well when i say "our bags" i really mean my sisters bag, which weighed i at a hefty 27KG. How did she manage that in a humble travel case i hear you ask. Well the family was stumped too, until we opened her bag. Inside we found the following:
1x Hair Dryer (Cause you know, sometimes towels dont cut it)
1x Hair Straightener (What happens if her hair curled!?)
1x Hair Curler (What happens if her hair was staright?!)
1x Alarm Clock (Aparently she thought that the barbaric queenslanders didnt have clocks)
5x Pairs of shoes (To match the handbags)
5x Hand Bags (To match the shoes)
We all nealry fainted. I know the fultons have a bit of a reputation about travelling heavily to continue, but brooke whent above and beyond the call of duty on this one. So we spent half an hour shuffling things around into other bags. And when i say 'other bags', i mean 'my poor bag was stuck with most of it'. When that fiasco was out of the way we went through the x-ray doovalackey where josh was pulled to one side and given a good run over by this chemical detector type thing. My brother hardley looks the drug smuggling type. Maybe if he had a big mustache a hawaiian shirt and big 70's style tinted glasses i could understand their aprehension...but no. Mind you i was trying to convince the security guard that perhaps he needed a cavity search.. his middle name is "bin-laden" after all.
Got on the plane, a 737 it was. Had some wierd guy with shifty eyes sitting next to me. I know the holy bible teaches me not to judge people, but my god he looked like a terrorist. I was aware, but i didnt get alarmed. Johnny howard would have been proud. Take off was all right, had been some 14 years since ive been on one of these new fangled aeronautical machines and so i was a little woried about how i would take it. The pilot did his little speel
*ksh* "Well folks, im gonna take 'er up to about 2-3km up. Then i'm gonna hang a lefty over sale..no sorry, make the sheparton, then just fly her all the way to brisbane" *ksh*
I have to admit the thought of him having to pull out the ol melways whilst flying at that height did get me a little worried. Could just imagine the co-pilot saying
"DEAR! I said left at that marker!"
"Jeeze, tell me before i get to it aye!!"
"Don't you yell at me!!"
We got there in the end though at about 1.00 and set about finding the hotel, which in its self was a feat seeming as the brisways didnt have surfers paradise in it (why i have no idea). The hotel was cool, 6th floor, good views of the beach. Had stupid security systems though.
Thursady we were off to dreamworld. And, of course, it rained. Scratch that, it was a veritable monsoon for all but 10 mintues before the sun came out and then the whole park became a sauna. Tower of terror was cool, even if i did swear just about all the way. Did all the other rides, then left for the hotel.
The Indy Champ Car GrandPrix, the reason we were down, was alright. After seeing it i think i prefer the F1 grandprix at albert park though. Not much difference really in term of the race, except that i didnt know any of the drivers, but from a spectators point the indy just didnt have enough big screens around the track for spectators. What it did however have more then enough of were stupid gits in hotel rooms over looking the race. If that guy that was sitting next to me on the plane wanted to hit one of those hotels, i think we would give him the nobel peace prize. V8's i think were the highlights of the racing week for me.
Almost there. The plane trip back was on virgin (travelled up via quantas). Walked down the air bridge to the plane and we were asked what row i was in. Told him and he said that to get to my section of the plane i had to go down the stairs, across the tarmac and in via the back of the plane. There is just something wrong about that.
"Section?"
"Economy, row 19"
"Right, down the chute, enter the back" *pulls a huge lever and nick falls through the floor*
I wonder if i said "bussiness class" if he had of swept me off my feet and personaly carried me down the airbridge and placed me ever so gently into my seat?
During the trip home something aparently fractured on the wing. One of the flaps develloped some sort of crack. Now, if i were the captain i'd keep that a bit of a secret.
"Attention passangers, the center flap of the right wing was develloped a crack"
WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! As if anyone on the plane wanted to know that the plane was breaking?!
"Attention passengers, this is your co-pilot here. The pilot is currently praying to his god to avert the almost imenant death awaiting him...and you. I suggest you follow suit"
Thats what i was waiting for for the entirety of the trip.
The last little thing i have to say before i go, is a suggestion to the local towns of the country. I would personally like for them to erect giant signs above their town which clearly labels the town simcity style. As i was flying over the country at midnight last night, i had no idea what town i was staring at. At the verry least the pilot could have giving a tour guide of what we were over *shrugs*. just a thought.
"Well i'd love to man...but you see...im currently sitting on a balcony over looking surfers paradise"
I managed to escape the state with very few people notecing aparently as i got to say that quite often.
So the trip. Got to the airport at 10:00 on wednesday. Spent a good half an hour playing around with our bags trying to get them under 20Kg for the plane. Well when i say "our bags" i really mean my sisters bag, which weighed i at a hefty 27KG. How did she manage that in a humble travel case i hear you ask. Well the family was stumped too, until we opened her bag. Inside we found the following:
1x Hair Dryer (Cause you know, sometimes towels dont cut it)
1x Hair Straightener (What happens if her hair curled!?)
1x Hair Curler (What happens if her hair was staright?!)
1x Alarm Clock (Aparently she thought that the barbaric queenslanders didnt have clocks)
5x Pairs of shoes (To match the handbags)
5x Hand Bags (To match the shoes)
We all nealry fainted. I know the fultons have a bit of a reputation about travelling heavily to continue, but brooke whent above and beyond the call of duty on this one. So we spent half an hour shuffling things around into other bags. And when i say 'other bags', i mean 'my poor bag was stuck with most of it'. When that fiasco was out of the way we went through the x-ray doovalackey where josh was pulled to one side and given a good run over by this chemical detector type thing. My brother hardley looks the drug smuggling type. Maybe if he had a big mustache a hawaiian shirt and big 70's style tinted glasses i could understand their aprehension...but no. Mind you i was trying to convince the security guard that perhaps he needed a cavity search.. his middle name is "bin-laden" after all.
Got on the plane, a 737 it was. Had some wierd guy with shifty eyes sitting next to me. I know the holy bible teaches me not to judge people, but my god he looked like a terrorist. I was aware, but i didnt get alarmed. Johnny howard would have been proud. Take off was all right, had been some 14 years since ive been on one of these new fangled aeronautical machines and so i was a little woried about how i would take it. The pilot did his little speel
*ksh* "Well folks, im gonna take 'er up to about 2-3km up. Then i'm gonna hang a lefty over sale..no sorry, make the sheparton, then just fly her all the way to brisbane" *ksh*
I have to admit the thought of him having to pull out the ol melways whilst flying at that height did get me a little worried. Could just imagine the co-pilot saying
"DEAR! I said left at that marker!"
"Jeeze, tell me before i get to it aye!!"
"Don't you yell at me!!"
We got there in the end though at about 1.00 and set about finding the hotel, which in its self was a feat seeming as the brisways didnt have surfers paradise in it (why i have no idea). The hotel was cool, 6th floor, good views of the beach. Had stupid security systems though.
Thursady we were off to dreamworld. And, of course, it rained. Scratch that, it was a veritable monsoon for all but 10 mintues before the sun came out and then the whole park became a sauna. Tower of terror was cool, even if i did swear just about all the way. Did all the other rides, then left for the hotel.
The Indy Champ Car GrandPrix, the reason we were down, was alright. After seeing it i think i prefer the F1 grandprix at albert park though. Not much difference really in term of the race, except that i didnt know any of the drivers, but from a spectators point the indy just didnt have enough big screens around the track for spectators. What it did however have more then enough of were stupid gits in hotel rooms over looking the race. If that guy that was sitting next to me on the plane wanted to hit one of those hotels, i think we would give him the nobel peace prize. V8's i think were the highlights of the racing week for me.
Almost there. The plane trip back was on virgin (travelled up via quantas). Walked down the air bridge to the plane and we were asked what row i was in. Told him and he said that to get to my section of the plane i had to go down the stairs, across the tarmac and in via the back of the plane. There is just something wrong about that.
"Section?"
"Economy, row 19"
"Right, down the chute, enter the back" *pulls a huge lever and nick falls through the floor*
I wonder if i said "bussiness class" if he had of swept me off my feet and personaly carried me down the airbridge and placed me ever so gently into my seat?
During the trip home something aparently fractured on the wing. One of the flaps develloped some sort of crack. Now, if i were the captain i'd keep that a bit of a secret.
"Attention passangers, the center flap of the right wing was develloped a crack"
WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! As if anyone on the plane wanted to know that the plane was breaking?!
"Attention passengers, this is your co-pilot here. The pilot is currently praying to his god to avert the almost imenant death awaiting him...and you. I suggest you follow suit"
Thats what i was waiting for for the entirety of the trip.
The last little thing i have to say before i go, is a suggestion to the local towns of the country. I would personally like for them to erect giant signs above their town which clearly labels the town simcity style. As i was flying over the country at midnight last night, i had no idea what town i was staring at. At the verry least the pilot could have giving a tour guide of what we were over *shrugs*. just a thought.