Saturday, September 24
We have survived a three hour flight delay with a 7 hour
layover at LAX, an aggressive pat-down in “the little room” off the side of
security, and made it safely to Mooloolaba on roughly four hours of sleep in
two days. We will likely drop into a coma for the next few days at our lovely
hostel. All I will say about the little room, because I know you’re curious, is
this: I honestly didn’t know what was going to happen when they closed the door
and I found myself alone in a small room with two tough chicks in uniform and a
table, but it worked out alright. It turns out there were in fact no explosives
in my air cast. Backpacking with a broken ankle is already proving to be complicated
in ways I didn’t foresee. I would now like to thank my wonderful husband for
carrying my bags like a gentleman.
Well, I’m glad Chris was paying attention because I flat
passed out on the shuttle ride from the airport to the hostel. Woke up lost in
a puddle of drool – not cute. We arrived around 7pm on Saturday night, the
lobby was filled with people watching the Rugby World Cup on the tele.
Unfortunately we were only capable of dragging our two bulging suitcases and
two larger-than-life backpacks up three flights of stairs and sleeping. Have to
join the party tomorrow.
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Jet lag is proving difficult to cope with, but I think a few days of rest and sunshine will be just what we need. Chris heard somewhere that the rule of thumb is one day of recovery for each hour of time difference. I really hope that’s false, otherwise we won’t be normal until October 11th! That’s right, the time difference is a whopping 17 hours!!! We are officially living in the future.
Mooloolaba Beach Backpackers
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