18/08/11
Many months ago we booked flights to Sydney on one of Australia’s low cost airlines. Unfortunately there safety record had been called into question and they had been grounded for well over a month. Many a fitful peek at the website confirmed they were still grounded but a few days ago they got the go ahead to fly. Now this is good but this grounding combined with two envious flyers was never a recipe for success. Despite my reassurances that Tiger airways would be the safest they had ever been after the investigation both Chimp and chicken were not convinced.
The morning stated well as we arrived at the airport hassle free and after locating the barn Tiger airways operated out of we were though to departures (after being bomb swabbed a few times). Chicken then began his idiosyncratic ways of tapping the table in multiples of three, checking his valuables had not jumped out of his bag and main lining a claiming remind. The bottle sad three drops he opted for three whole droppers at a time. By the time we boarded chicken was Zen like calm possibly off his tits on legal calming remedies. The airline stewards then went into overdrive on safety asking us for a verbal conformation that we were physically able to open the doors in the event of an emergency as we were sitting in the emergency exit seats.
Heading down the run way chicken was still in a stoned like state reading a copy of means health and James began to fret. When we first met flying was no problem for him but over the years he has become steadily worse at take-off. This time there was fidgeting and some animalistic noises emanating from him. My reassurance was not much good but as I am writing this you can deduce that we all survived the flight and made it to our hostel.
At check in we were processed in the usual way and allocated our bed sheets. On a money saving initiative we had booked 3 beds within a 4 bed dorm. After assessing the room we decided that we were too long in the tooth to be sharing a room with some noisy 18 year old. As such I was dispatched to reception to see if I could cut a deal on the forth bed. Sometime later I retuned with a smile on my face having negotiated a sizable discount on the extra bed and the room was all ours.
After an hour or so planning our time in Sydney we hit the streets and headed to china town a place that always serves cheap eats. Armed with some insider knowledge we headed to a specific counter and asked for a small plate of whatever and got a $3 discount. Bargain- even more so as it was not advertised. After a scrumptious dinner we headed to the shark bar, an imitation of a Wetherspoons before hitting the sack... in preparation for our big Friday night out.
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