On a bus in Sydney

I'm on my way to visit Marcus in Hong Kong. I got up at 3.50am, and mum kindly drove me to the airport. Just as I alighted from her car a text came from Qantas announcing my 6am flight was cancelled. 

I hung around for a while in the very quiet arrivals area until they announced a replacement flight. Which for me turned out to be at 11.25 ... a 5 hour wait. 

I checked my big bag, and tossed up a few optionsl. I decided to do just what I felt like doing, which was go for a walk in the cool early morning, out of the airport, through the adjoining pine forest to Seven Mile Beach. 

It's honestly not a lovely walk. No airport that I have ever seen provides pleasant pedestrian environs.

But i knew it wasn't far. After about half an hour I was on the beach and there was even a great little bench to sit on, breathe deep and read my book.

By about 9 I was on the road back. I found some marsupial jawbones which is can never resist. They're in my pocket now, hopefully will survive the flight to Hong Kong.

My flight to Sydney was uneventful until we landed and the door was stuck. Luckily I'm not a jump-to-your-feet merchant when planes land so I just sat it out for 15 to 20 mins. At least the air con was on. 

It's 29° and 70% humidity here, and the boys on the tarmac communicated all of that effectively. 

I've now got through security and I'm at the gate which is a semi-renovated no-air con shemozzle. Very familiar vibes to the Tullamarine departure lounge for Tasmania (although that's a little better now, complete with toilets and snacks).

Rows 59+ are all standing and waiting, rows 1-58 have been expelled from the area. Im 70. A recorded  announcement just started "Please remain seated..." and there was sniggering.