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get back on the plane to fly across the pond. I reflect on a recent magazine article where Oprah has said that climbing a mountain in Hawaii was a great metaphor for tackling the challenges of life. She was quoted as saying, "first of all you take it a little slow and steady yourself and watch out for rivets and crevices. However, if you remain focussed and determined you will make it to the top." Suddenly I am yanked out of my cosy hideaway in the baggage compartment and we are strolling around the musty corridors of Honolulu airport.
A young man from Saskatchewan has befriended us in Vancouver airport lounge. He has made the grand trek from the prairies of Canada to Port Macquarie in New South Wales. This young gentleman has fallen in love with an Australian woman and is trying his earnest to coax her back to the prairies - good luck I reckon. This is his first trip to Australia so he is pretty pumped. We wish him well and hope that he has a brilliant time in Oz and a wonderful future.
Phase III: The Pacific Pond
A few laps around the humid airport and we are back on the plane and we settle in for another leg of this mammoth journey back home. As we taxi onto the runway I consider the lack of lustre in the Honolulu airport and wonder why it has deteriorated. This tiny state was a haven for the wealthy American tourists and now it seems quite decrepit. Is it the advent of the giant airbus and her ability to transport people around the world in a single bound? Or have the throng of holiday makers tired of the golden sands and the lacy palm trees? To be honest I think that the allure of Paradise has become less attractive. Although, I overheard a couple touting to the passenger that they are about to honeymoon here for a week so, perhaps my perspectives are out of alignment. I am only a green backpack after all.
The massive engines of the Star Alliance carrier Boeing 767-200ER have kicked over and we are ready to become airborne. Somewhere over the black vortex we are about to lose a day of our holiday. Sure we left home, travelled for over twenty four hours and arrived on the same day but loosing a day is a little more painful, don’t you think?
The night is long and uncomfortable. I am squeezed and shoved back and forth as the captain steers this giant bird through the night. I look around and there are some passengers who have the right idea and have sprawled out along a few seats but then there are others who are trying to sleep with an obvious neck injury in the making.
Black on black is the scenery for many miles and long arduous hours in the air. I can’t get comfortable and I don’t know how the humans can sit in this plane like sardines. Sometime around 2:45am I got excited with some yellow dots in the ocean - signs of life and flop back to sleep.
Phase IV : Home at Last!
In the early morning at the edge of the blanket of cloud I spotted the jet stream of another plane. I take a closer look and note that it is a flying kangaroo. The Qantas jet was pacing us and it was like a welcome home. In all my flights I had never seen a plane so close - magic!
A young man from Saskatchewan has befriended us in Vancouver airport lounge. He has made the grand trek from the prairies of Canada to Port Macquarie in New South Wales. This young gentleman has fallen in love with an Australian woman and is trying his earnest to coax her back to the prairies - good luck I reckon. This is his first trip to Australia so he is pretty pumped. We wish him well and hope that he has a brilliant time in Oz and a wonderful future.
Phase III: The Pacific Pond
A few laps around the humid airport and we are back on the plane and we settle in for another leg of this mammoth journey back home. As we taxi onto the runway I consider the lack of lustre in the Honolulu airport and wonder why it has deteriorated. This tiny state was a haven for the wealthy American tourists and now it seems quite decrepit. Is it the advent of the giant airbus and her ability to transport people around the world in a single bound? Or have the throng of holiday makers tired of the golden sands and the lacy palm trees? To be honest I think that the allure of Paradise has become less attractive. Although, I overheard a couple touting to the passenger that they are about to honeymoon here for a week so, perhaps my perspectives are out of alignment. I am only a green backpack after all.
The massive engines of the Star Alliance carrier Boeing 767-200ER have kicked over and we are ready to become airborne. Somewhere over the black vortex we are about to lose a day of our holiday. Sure we left home, travelled for over twenty four hours and arrived on the same day but loosing a day is a little more painful, don’t you think?
The night is long and uncomfortable. I am squeezed and shoved back and forth as the captain steers this giant bird through the night. I look around and there are some passengers who have the right idea and have sprawled out along a few seats but then there are others who are trying to sleep with an obvious neck injury in the making.
Black on black is the scenery for many miles and long arduous hours in the air. I can’t get comfortable and I don’t know how the humans can sit in this plane like sardines. Sometime around 2:45am I got excited with some yellow dots in the ocean - signs of life and flop back to sleep.
Phase IV : Home at Last!
In the early morning at the edge of the blanket of cloud I spotted the jet stream of another plane. I take a closer look and note that it is a flying kangaroo. The Qantas jet was pacing us and it was like a welcome home. In all my flights I had never seen a plane so close - magic!
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