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Darwin pt 2
Aug. 26th, 2008 01:27 pmI did indeed go to more markets. I bought mangos, they were yummy.
After one market we went back to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fin's place where he crashed out, I watched the rest of Spaced and ate mangoes.
That night he took me to the sail club where he was a member. We had dinner overlooking Fannie Bay, into which the sun set, it was very pretty. I have photos, will post tonight.
We walked to Mindil Beach where there was a night market. I love being out after dark on warm days. We saw this awesome, awesome kids music and puppet show, The Amazing Drumming Monkeys. They were great, two monkey puppets playing African drums and telling kids to all get along and plant trees :-) I wish they'd come to Melbourne, I'd so go see them again. I looked at sarongs and cotton shirts and things, all much cheaper than you'd find them here, but ultimately decided that I could not afford them, and had no space in my bag to take them home anyway.
We walked back tofin's place, where we hung out for a few more hours until it was time for me to call a taxi. Darwin airport had it's own special brand of hell in store for me. The arrival/departure lounge, which I think can comfortable take about 200 people, had something like 500 in it. Planes had been delayed all over the shop, some for 14 hours. There were lots of hot and bothered and Not Happy people, no room, and to make things worse the silly buggers at the airport have put a pub in next to the lounge, so now there were people who had started Not Happy and were now Drunk, Belligerant and Not Happy. Whoopee. Plus as they had this mix up they kept having to find gates for planes to land near, as they gate they were suppsed to land near was often being taken up by another plane. So my plane was late, it was 3am, I was tired, hot and surrounded by lots of tired, hot people, some of whom were drunk, most of whom were annoyed. I couldn't go to sleep because I was scared they'd change the gate again and I wouldn't hear it and would get left behind (I know it's unlikely, I just get anxious) and it was generally Uncool. Luckily the shops in the airport were still open (all three of them- Gods it's a tiny airport!) so I went inot the one selling soaps and kimonos and beauty products because it was the place least populated by drunken yobbos. The nice lady in there took pity on me and talked to me to keep me awake. She told me all about the soaps and how they're made and where (they're all local) and was calm and pleasant and chatty. I was so grateful for the reprieve I bought three soaps.
Finally got back to Melbourne, and was so overwhelmingly happy to get in my front door and be greeted by my lovely cats. I put sonme washing on the line, rangmc_shamo to let him know I was home, went upstairs and proceeded to sleep the day away.
I woke up around 3pm, and it was lucky I did. I heard the doorbell go, so went downstairs, there was a man there with six long-stemmed red roses in a vase with other pretty greenery, which he handed over to me. I found a card from Seamus that read "Welcome home love" and felt very special and loved and cared for. :-)
I put the flowers on the table, then had to move them as the two cats sprang up and immediately began to eat the greenery. I put them on a high shelf the boys couldn't get at (Loki gave up immediately- I've put things up there before- Puck kept trying for a quarter of an hour. Wish I'd had a camera, hilarious) and slowly, luxuriously slowly, had a shower and got dressed and headed out for counseling at 7pm.
After counseling, which did the same amount of good and caused the same amount of pain as a trip to the dentist, I finally met up with Seamus. There was much hugging, then there was Indian food. Yum. Then when we got home I gave him the little present I'd brought him (a stubby holder with a print of an indigenous painting on it) showed him the website for the Amazing Drumming Monkeys and went to bed.
I had fun, I am glad to be home.
After one market we went back to
fin's place where he crashed out, I watched the rest of Spaced and ate mangoes.That night he took me to the sail club where he was a member. We had dinner overlooking Fannie Bay, into which the sun set, it was very pretty. I have photos, will post tonight.
We walked to Mindil Beach where there was a night market. I love being out after dark on warm days. We saw this awesome, awesome kids music and puppet show, The Amazing Drumming Monkeys. They were great, two monkey puppets playing African drums and telling kids to all get along and plant trees :-) I wish they'd come to Melbourne, I'd so go see them again. I looked at sarongs and cotton shirts and things, all much cheaper than you'd find them here, but ultimately decided that I could not afford them, and had no space in my bag to take them home anyway.
We walked back to
fin's place, where we hung out for a few more hours until it was time for me to call a taxi. Darwin airport had it's own special brand of hell in store for me. The arrival/departure lounge, which I think can comfortable take about 200 people, had something like 500 in it. Planes had been delayed all over the shop, some for 14 hours. There were lots of hot and bothered and Not Happy people, no room, and to make things worse the silly buggers at the airport have put a pub in next to the lounge, so now there were people who had started Not Happy and were now Drunk, Belligerant and Not Happy. Whoopee. Plus as they had this mix up they kept having to find gates for planes to land near, as they gate they were suppsed to land near was often being taken up by another plane. So my plane was late, it was 3am, I was tired, hot and surrounded by lots of tired, hot people, some of whom were drunk, most of whom were annoyed. I couldn't go to sleep because I was scared they'd change the gate again and I wouldn't hear it and would get left behind (I know it's unlikely, I just get anxious) and it was generally Uncool. Luckily the shops in the airport were still open (all three of them- Gods it's a tiny airport!) so I went inot the one selling soaps and kimonos and beauty products because it was the place least populated by drunken yobbos. The nice lady in there took pity on me and talked to me to keep me awake. She told me all about the soaps and how they're made and where (they're all local) and was calm and pleasant and chatty. I was so grateful for the reprieve I bought three soaps.Finally got back to Melbourne, and was so overwhelmingly happy to get in my front door and be greeted by my lovely cats. I put sonme washing on the line, rang
mc_shamo to let him know I was home, went upstairs and proceeded to sleep the day away. I woke up around 3pm, and it was lucky I did. I heard the doorbell go, so went downstairs, there was a man there with six long-stemmed red roses in a vase with other pretty greenery, which he handed over to me. I found a card from Seamus that read "Welcome home love" and felt very special and loved and cared for. :-)
I put the flowers on the table, then had to move them as the two cats sprang up and immediately began to eat the greenery. I put them on a high shelf the boys couldn't get at (Loki gave up immediately- I've put things up there before- Puck kept trying for a quarter of an hour. Wish I'd had a camera, hilarious) and slowly, luxuriously slowly, had a shower and got dressed and headed out for counseling at 7pm.
After counseling, which did the same amount of good and caused the same amount of pain as a trip to the dentist, I finally met up with Seamus. There was much hugging, then there was Indian food. Yum. Then when we got home I gave him the little present I'd brought him (a stubby holder with a print of an indigenous painting on it) showed him the website for the Amazing Drumming Monkeys and went to bed.
I had fun, I am glad to be home.
