Trip Start Jun 12, 2010
27Trip End Ongoing
We've now got 5 hours to kill in Sydney.
Sitting in the foodcourt at the airport.
Bloody disgusting! Ah of course, the first class passengers get access to the lounges while everyone else wants to jump straight into that economy class atmosphere. Not much mystique to travel in places like this, that's for sure. Well, probably the same atmosphere as at their favourite Aussie pub in Bali so they're holidaying before they go...
Sally managed to pack so much that her suitcase is overweight before we've even left Australia! After I had an argument with the check-in woman over whether it's Peking or Beijing I'm surprised that Sally didn't have to repack. But really - she tried to tell me that they'd changed their name... but that's ridiculous, they've always called it Beijing in Peking... what they did was change our name for it. I tried to tell her that their word for Sydney is nothing like Sydney but she wasn't listening.
After the food-court they found a bar. I have a rule against drinking in airports as I can go a few hours without having to ponce it up in a cramped bar at an airport... and besides that the drinks are usually ridiculously overpriced. Namely one 400 ml glass of Stella Artois on tap... $12. And I thought it was only in eastern Europe that bars have no local beers in order to be able to charge more for their beers!
Anyway, it did give me a chance to kick off my beer list and my beer tally.
And yes, the first pic (of any of us) for my blog....
Here they are pretending they've been reading the phase books...