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When the world turns upside down

In my world, most of the world is north of where I stand. The water is scarce, the sun burns, and the only bit of land South is Antarctica. Everything is a little bit upside down. Until now. If you have been reading posts here for any length of time you might be wondering why I’m not on a train somewhere in Asia right now. Yes, you’re right. I was supposed to be in the midst of Overland from Oz. But I’m not. Instead, I’m Continue reading →

Overland from Oz Itinerary Overview: Northern Queensland

“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” – Mark Twain “Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” – Pat Conroy On to Northern Queensland. This leg starts with a 30 hour train journey to travel most of a single state. If you were ever in Continue reading →

Call me a nomad

Hi there, welcome, call me a nomad! I’m presently on my honeymoon! With everything happening with OverlandfromOz, I thought it best to have some posts that still have currency from www.goannatree.com reposted here in the new forum! I’d love your thoughts and comments! __________________________ Call me a nomad. I’ve spent many many many hours of my life sitting in airport lounges. I’ve even had to sleep in one or two. I’ve been delayed because of tornadoes, cyclones, dust-storms, the American president (one memorable afternoon in Continue reading →

Partings

I dislike the feeling that will my chest will implode for lack of oxygen coming into my lungs. My leg nervously goes up and down as I sit on the final plane we will share for a while. We don’t speak about the partings. He barely let’s go of my hand. He knows what that tapping means. Yet, I know that this is a hard day for him too. We don’t speak about the partings. But it’s all we think about. He senses me getting Continue reading →

Not prone to Giddiness; or I knew I was falling in love

I think that was the first time I made her laugh: the time I told her that I wasn’t prone to giddiness. I was having trouble sleeping because there were only about 5 hours till I had to get up to go and meet her brother in law at the airport. Yeah, that. There’s an extraordinary sweetness about meeting each other in airports. Then there’s the suckiness of having to say goodbye. The hello’s are mighty sweet. Possibly even okay to get giddy over. The Continue reading →