Today, I finally set out for Tasmania, along with an abnormally dense set of luggage! I’m spoiling myself by bringing enough clothes that I don’t have to wash laundry in hotel sinks. Plus, my new camera arrived yesterday; I’ve yet to try it out beyond “hey, it works with my old lenses,” but I will have plenty of opportunities in the next week.
My first flight (MSP TO DFW) wasn’t lifting off until 3pm, which is also unusual for me. That means I actually had a morning with my hugsband, Fes, wherein we had brunch at Fat Nat’s.
Full of bacon avocado green chile eggs benedict, I was dropped off at MSP with my extraordinary bricks of luggage. I’ve been traveling for years with tiny luggage (two weeks in Africa with only a carry-on) that having a full-sized suitcase seems extravagant. I feel like Tom Hanks in Joe Vs the Volcano.
Once past the TSA, I paid homage to the butt-star bear, made modestly famous by Joseph Scrimshaw.
Today, the butt-star bear brought good fortune! Not only did one of the bars start playing Blue Öyster Cult’s “Godzilla” as I walked by, but also the gate crew unexpectedly boosted me from a center seat to a window seat in an exit row. And, nobody was sitting next to me on a very full flight! Thanks, butt-star bear!
Now I’m sitting at DFW, killing a couple hours until my overnight flight to Brisbane. I am not fond of DFW as an airport, but I found a restaurant on in Terminal D that has decent beer and shrimp and grits.
Now pardon me, I shall be drinking and playing Pokémon Go for the foreseeable future.
