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Travel: Will there be PJs?
Sydney Lounge: Gazing not Grazing
Not too long ago, five hours in a lounge would have been an excuse for non-stop grazing from the range of food and drink available.
Post-parkrun, not so much.
It’s nice to have a light breakfast — I indulge in a hash brown as well as some sausages, bacon, and a delicious bowl of fruit — but it’s the teeny cups of coffee where I splurge, racking up three caffeine injections.
Yesterday, when I weighed myself, I had lost nearly eight kilos on my pre-parkrun maximum. Each one gone is one more I don’t have to carry up and over that blessed hill on the Mount Ainslie course.
And possibly one more year on my life. I’ll let you know in thirty years or so.
Instead, I improve these shining hours by writing up the trip so far, which is mostly a boring bus ride. I have a bad habit of falling increasingly behind on these things as my access to fully-charged devices, internet, and time decreases.
We’ll see how I go on this week-long trip. I’ll let you know in thirty years or so …
I find a seat by the lounge window, open up Flightradar 24 and see what’s going on around me.
Quite a bit, once the curfew lifts, it transpires. There’s a Singapore Airlines A380 comes in twenty minutes early and I wonder what the story is there.
