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up in the air
bastard
dewhitton
So here I am, Perth Airport departure lounge, waiting for four hours until my flight to Paraburdoo. Then I'll be at the mine, after a 3 hour drive. Luckily the guy i am to meet on site is flying in on the same plane, and he has hired a car. So he will give me a lift and I don't have to catch the Fortescue Metals bus.

I have 2 nights in a donger* to look forward to, and crib food provided by caterers who were the lowest bidder. Tomorrow the shift starts at 4am, but my body clock is still on East Coast Time which means my internal clock tells me it's 7am.

Last night I was in the Airport Formule 1 motel. It was better than Spud's Roadhouse at Woomera, in that the toilet had a door. And walls that went to the ceiling. Dinner last night was a choice between pub food from a new bistro or Macdonalds. Wow, hard choice. Gee, which one should I go to?

So I settled in at Macdonalds and thought black thoughts at a pub that would close its kitchen early due to hosting a private function. Bastards. My internal clock was swearing at me for eating Maccas at 11pm. I tried to explain that it was really 8pm and we were eating a Wrap with lots of salad, but I don't blame it.

I wonder if I can find a nice hot cup of tea in this airport.


*It's not what you think. On mines, a donger is a portable hut used for temporary mine worker accommodation. They usually contain a bed and toilet/shower room.