The image above is what my house looks like today, the ninth of February, 2020. There’s ten centimeters / four inches of snow on the ground and it’s below freezing, of course. Winter is not my favorite time of the year, to say the least.
However, this year there is really little to complain about. Here we are in the middle of February and this is the first real snowfall we’ve gotten. There have been far harsher winters within recent memory, this one has been a pussycat so far.
But I still hate the cold. Maybe it was the falling snow that drove me to the computer, and to a travel website.
I researched tickets to Australia, the price in the timeframe I identified was actually very reasonable. Especially considering that it’s 9200 (!) miles from my house to Brisbane, a bit further to Sydney.
Well, I’ve been threatening this for a while. As the snow fell, I pushed the big red button on the travel website.
The button said “Pay Now.”
And just like that it was done.
Dates locked in, destination established, I booked my first overseas vacation since, well, an incredibly long time.
So it’s going to happen, readers. I am going to Australia for the first time ever.
This is novel in so many ways. I’ve never been on a real overseas vacation as a civilian. My overseas experiences were all in Europe, the Middle East, Central Asia, Africa and South America. Never to the Pacific, and rarely beneath the equator. Not traveling on an official passport on orders, no weapons or war stuff.
Nope. I’m going to Oz as a strict gawking tourist, fresh off the boat.
My point of arrival in country and my base of operations on this iteration will be Brisbane.
I am very much looking forward to this; at the same time there’s a bit of trepidation. This really gets me out of my comfort zone; travel unrelated to duty.
Who knows, maybe I can get in some book/author stuff too.
After all, that’s the whole point. If it wasn’t for you all, readers, I would have never had this idea. In a few months I’ll sling my duffel over my shoulder and head south with Air Canada. As road trips go, this will be my longest one ever.
Australia or bust. Finally.
And this time it’s not on the King’s shilling.