Sydney to Brisbane

The departure from Wellington was straightforward although no one wants to hear their name over a tannoy and a call back to the Check In desk. My call back was to tell me I had submitted luggage that exceeded the baggage allowance and they required NZ$75. I thought I’d just about worked within the 30kg. I was a bit miffed but absorbed the blow.

A first for me was free wi-fi during the flight. I took a photo and sent it on WhatsApp to celebrate. Arrival saw my trust steed arrive and it crossed my mind that this is the third time this bike has been to Australia. Quite the traveller.

So I had to do a little overnight laundry in the room. In the morning I still had damp underwear. Three choices presented themselves for the day – go commando, walk around like John Wayne or find the hair dryer to accelerate the drying. I chose Option 3.

The hotel was within the Airport estate and the next day I looked around and bought some provisions.

Other items on the shelf were more familiar. The mustard would have been useful with the sirloin. I bought the biscuits but not the Coleman’s.

Sydney always seems to me a neat and efficient place. Good infrastructure and a young and busy vibe. The suburb I’m staying in, Mascot, has a very heavy Chinese/Asian population number. Most seemingly under 30 years old and walking directly toward me looking at their mobiles.

The high level of immigration means that there is a London situation on the customer facing jobs front. Many folk whose first language is not English. This situation had me badly advised on using the Metro and the correct ticket to buy. We stumbled around the pronunciation of the train stop I wanted and I had to repeat original questions. Later, in the day, another Information Assistant saved me money and time with correct advice.

For the record I made my way to Circular Quay for the photo op and to tell my global audience of my plans. I hope they enjoy the video on Instagram.