Just five days ago I was sitting in my fat-bottom chair by the fire, tapping away on the keyboard, just as I am right now; I was awake a little earlier than perhaps I should have been. I was anxious about the journey that lay ahead of me.
The catharsis of blogging enables me to relive or better appreciate the opportunities and experiences that come my way through work or leisure. But to experience first requires a journey, as no tangible experiences come to those remain ensconced in the fat-bottom chair.
I walked out the door at 7:30 am with my family who had most kindly volunteered to take me to the airport (on a Sunday morning no less). I boarded the Qantas flight to Brisbane and arrived 5 1/2 hours later. The time there was about 4 pm. I met up with my Client, who has become a very good friend. By 6 pm we were in Mt Isa, in remote central western Queensland. Early the next morning we drove 7 hours to Adel's Grove, in the beautiful Lawn Hill National Park.
We spent two days on the ground working.
On Wednesday we drove 7 hours to Doomadgee, got on a plane at 4 pm and was in Mount Isa by 5 pm, after which I got on another plane to Brisbane: I arrived at 9:30 pm. I had a 10 hour stop-over in Brisbane which is too long to while away the time in the airport, but too short to bother getting a room. I chose the latter as sleep deprivation was skulking at my door. By 8 am I was on the plane to Perth where I arrived dead on midday. My family were waiting with a change of clothes with which I metamorphosed from Worker Man to Family Man. I then drove for 6 hours to get to Denmark where, now that I have arrived, I plan to go absolutely nowhere. That plan is inevitably doomed to failure as, this morning, we are going hiking in the treetops.
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