The last installment in my whirlwind of a week.
This time when leaving, my big sis was helping me. She helped me get my luggage in the car, we went and had a last dinner at my fav Mexican spot, had to swing by my mommy's job and say bye to her (she had to work that day, which was why I was glad she came and visited and we spent time with her in DC), drove to the airport, went through the international check in and she saw me off.
That was exciting and scary at the same time. My little sister sent me off from DC then my big sis sent me on my way from LA and my mom was there both times. Got a little sentimental each time.
Getting onto the plane was a relief! I could finally settle in and relax. You might think because of the stress of getting there, checking in, the lines, security, but no. Well yes, that and my damn carry on handle got stuck and wouldn't extend! I had to go from the check in through everything to my gate with the damn handle on my heavy carry on that I couldn't carry so I had to roll bent over with my heavy backpack and other stuff in my hands.
There was some tossing and turning and readjustment. A few bathroom breaks to stretch the legs. But I slept a decent amount and before I knew it we were approaching Fiji.
So, I make it to Brisbane, Australia and it was surprisingly an easy ride. Phew!
I landed, took a train from the airport to the city. I had an Airbnb in Brisbane for the day and night, you can see my room, the kitchen and the awesome waterfall shower in their bathroom that my hosts recently renovated.
I wanted a little bit of time to look around before I headed to the permaculture farm I'm staying at. I went to a popular spot, the South Bank where they have a ferris wheel, the Wheel of Brisbane, and a little manmade beach where I had a short swim. I ate at a little spot there, had a cajun wrap, saw an Ibis digging in people's leftovers and saw plenty of Aussie's.
It was kinda twilight zone-y. It is just like cities is the US, just weird little differences. Driving on the other side of the road. Not Burger King but Hungry Jack, not pigeons but ibis, not Mexicans/Latinos but Polynesians, everybody speaks English but they sound a little different, the money is plastic and the coins are heavy, there are 7-11's.
The next day I'm on my way outta town. I miss my damn train but I'm able to change it to the coach bus. The character's on coach buses I swear, it doesn't matter what country... but I do see some wonderful sights, like the last two pics above.
There's more to come. I make it to my final destination and it's an interesting place...