Up at 3.30am, Sparrow Fart flight to Melbourne, flight to London not leaving until 3.30pm!!! We’ll have been up for 12 hours already! So, what can you do in Tullamarine for all that time. Visions of shopping, particularly duty free, filled me with anticipation.
However, like overloads of chocolate, the anticipation was much more satisfying than the fulfillment! Took all of about an hour. Now what?
People watching of course. Aren’t people weird? As I sat sipping my long black they came streaming down the concourse, eyes fixed firmly ahead, course plotted, destination in mind.
Well, most did. Others, perhaps suffering from our predicament of too much time on their hands, wandered aimlessly from shop to shop. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of a satisfied soul who had obviously scratched their consumerist itch.
They were all shapes and sizes – not too many were as slim and sylph like as Cheryl & me. Alright, just Cheryl then. However, undoubtedly, each had their own story, history and dreams – definitely like me.
Airports are interesting places, a bit of a transit lounge in life really. Everyone either coming or going, no-one actually belonging.
This is getting too philosophical, time to check Facebook!