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And then... (preparation)

A lot has happened since my last update, including a convention!

I gave myself the fright of my life before I left though.

Wednesday morning I was doing the last of the packing, and I wanted to make sure I wasn't over my baggage weight limit (I've accidentally done that before). So, I step on the scales and weight myself, and then pick up the suitcase and weigh myself with it. The suitcase was about 20kg, leaving me on slightly higher a weight with it than I was on my own when I started loosing weight.

"Hmm," I thought to myself, looking at my suitcase, "I've lost almost that much in weight. Interesting."

I then stopped, thought about it for a moment, and then though, "FUCK! I've lost how much weight!?"

I don't know what it was, but the concept of carrying that much extra weight just terrified me. By the time I finish this weight loss, I am hoping to have lost about 30kg (66lbs). Qantas has a checked in baggage limit of 32kg (72.4lbs). If I was to carry a suitcase with more than that much in it I would have to pay extra, but a person carrying that much extra weight? Ugh!

Anyway, my plane was scheduled to leave at 12:50pm, and I thought 2 hours should be enough time, so I ring for a taxi at about 11:00am, and take a taxi to the airport ($30.30, not too bad). I unload from the taxi and get into the check-in queue.

From this point on, the rest of the trip down had great scenery! A number of good looking young men in the check-in queue, mostly surfers from the looks of it (they were carrying surfboards, so I think it's a good guess).

I get in the queue at about 11:35am and get to the front at about 11:55am (almost an hour before the flight leaves). I check in my baggage and get told that they already were out of window and aisle seats, so I am forced to get a middle seat (bugger!). However, the nice lady behind the counter gives me a seat in the over-wing exit row which has a lot more leg room than a normal seat, so that wasn't too bad.

I check in and then go through the new security station. Now I have on me my wallet, keys and mobile, plus my backpack, plus my laptop. My backpack gets put on the conveyor that goes through the x-ray machine. My wallet, keys and mobile get placed in a little plastic tray and also go through the x-ray machine. My laptop has to be taken out of it's bag, and placed in a separate plastic tray, and it and the laptop bag has to go through separately! Bah!

I can understand their reasoning behind the improved security, but do they honestly think they are going to catch any terrorists that way?

So, a quick lunch and then onto the plane. I would just like to point out that I HATE AIRPLANE TOILETS!

More good scenery on the plane. I was sitting next to one hottie, and another surfer was sitting in the seat in front to the right. His girlfriend (I assume) was at one stage checking him out for sunspots and the like, so there was lots of lifted shirt during one part. Good in flight entertainment! :)

Land at Melbourne airport at 4:05pm (3:05pm Queensland time) and took the Skybus into Spencer St station (more great scenery on the bus too!). Stephen (paradigmshifty) picked me up from there and gave me a lift out to where I was staying at Cheltenham, next to Southland shopping centre with Martin and Lilli.

Dropped my stuff off and got organised, and then wandered down the road to Stephen's place. Caught up with him and Kolya (draquin) and the kids who were down for a holiday, and then went back to Martin and Lilli's and bed.

I must admit that I got a bit thrown by the time of sunset. In Brisbane the sun has been setting about 6:30pm or so. With Victoria being on daylight savings, that translates to about 7:30pm their time. However, with Melbourne being so much further west than Brisbane, plus being so much further south, the sun wasn't actually setting until after 8:30pm! A bit odd, and took a bit to get used to.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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