Travelled to Melbourne
Jun. 14th, 2008 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonHome again, home again, jiggety jig.
Except slightly deaf. I slept like a baby on the plane, and did not wake up until the pressure in my ears alerted me to the fact we were coming in for landing (the announcement was even after that), so I did not do my standard am snot-filled, will be cautious routine. I can hear things, but all the sharp clarity of my usual hearing is gone. J tells me that this is what it is like to be the standard Gen X-er who stood in front of, not climbed on top of, all those speaker stacks in the 80s.
I hope it will have cleared up in the morning, but will be visiting the doctor if not.
In cheerier news, I caught up with my wonderful friend and her short person, who was hilarious. "You can see my toys!" he declared, and later, after tickling me, attempted to lick my shoe. Ah children, you surreal young things! And yummy homemade scones. Mmmmmmm ... I left her with a packet of Jaffa Cakes, not the fairest exchange.
The very effective tram system brought me back to the hotel where my bag was still being stored (The Pensione on Spencer St, decent prices, decent rooms, great service), and then I decided to walk up the hill for my bus to the airport. Melbourne does not think that people who do not know where the bus interchange is need to know where the bus interchange is, so I then walked back down the hill and made the bus with at least 75 seconds to spare. And then waited at the airport for a long time ...
... and the car had a flat battery when I came home (because we always forget to drive anywhere). Nice try, Melbourne, but you have neither J nor the kitties, so I will do whatever it takes to get home. (With my new books and clothes and happy trip memories!)
Except slightly deaf. I slept like a baby on the plane, and did not wake up until the pressure in my ears alerted me to the fact we were coming in for landing (the announcement was even after that), so I did not do my standard am snot-filled, will be cautious routine. I can hear things, but all the sharp clarity of my usual hearing is gone. J tells me that this is what it is like to be the standard Gen X-er who stood in front of, not climbed on top of, all those speaker stacks in the 80s.
I hope it will have cleared up in the morning, but will be visiting the doctor if not.
In cheerier news, I caught up with my wonderful friend and her short person, who was hilarious. "You can see my toys!" he declared, and later, after tickling me, attempted to lick my shoe. Ah children, you surreal young things! And yummy homemade scones. Mmmmmmm ... I left her with a packet of Jaffa Cakes, not the fairest exchange.
The very effective tram system brought me back to the hotel where my bag was still being stored (The Pensione on Spencer St, decent prices, decent rooms, great service), and then I decided to walk up the hill for my bus to the airport. Melbourne does not think that people who do not know where the bus interchange is need to know where the bus interchange is, so I then walked back down the hill and made the bus with at least 75 seconds to spare. And then waited at the airport for a long time ...
... and the car had a flat battery when I came home (because we always forget to drive anywhere). Nice try, Melbourne, but you have neither J nor the kitties, so I will do whatever it takes to get home. (With my new books and clothes and happy trip memories!)
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Date: 2008-06-14 12:58 am (UTC)glad you had a nice trip, even if the getting home part didn't go as well as it might have.