Monday 25th July
I do not sleep well the night before I have to wake to an alarm clock.
My alarm was set for 4.30 am and as usual I wake several times during the night and on waking at 4am know there is no sense trying to get back to sleep for that remaining 30 minutes.
Today Donnis returned home from Canada. Her flight arrived in Brisbane at 6am.
I allowed an hour for the drive and was amazed at the amount of traffic on the M1 Motorway at 5am on a dark winters morning. Despite heavy bumper to bumper traffic on one 5 Klm section of road near Springwood I still arrived at Brisbane International Airport by 6am. I knew it would be some time before Donnis plane arrived, passengers disembarked and she was processed through Customs and Immigration and she emerged into the bright sunshine of Brisbane. I went to McDonalds to have breakfast and a coffee while I waited. Finally she emerged at 7.30 without any luggage but with a long story.
Her flight plans were to leave Calgary Airport to fly to Las Vegas USA and connect to a flight to Los Angeles then connect with a flight to Brisbane Aus. The Calgary people arranged for her luggage to be booked through to LA. On arrival in LA with a limited window of time before getting from the Domestic terminal to the International terminal, get seat allocation then through security to the flight gate ready for boarding.
Her luggage did not arrive in LA and after wasting precious time lodged a lost luggage claim with the airline and scooted for the International terminal. After passing through security on the way to the boarding gate, she stopped at the rest rooms and on to the gate. She realised she had left her carry-on luggage in the rest room. Hurrying back she found her hand luggage was gone. No time to lodge a lost property claim she hurried to her flight. After she told this tale to me I saw her face crease in frustration. On top of missing luggage and lost carry-on luggage she realised she had also left her memory foam pillow on the airplane seat.
Later in the day we were able to laugh about the misadventure. Los Vegas is often called Lost Wages but in this case we will call it Lost Luggage.
Tuesday 26th July
After a few phone calls and email exchanges the luggage was delivered to us.
We also located the carry on bag. It was at the LA Airport Police. For complications to have it sent to Oz via Fedex would cost $400 plus we would have to jump through a few US hoops of fire.
Saturday 30th July
My eldest daughter Melissa arrived late this afternoon for an overnight stay before she attends a course of laser treatment for horses in the morning. It was a wonderful visit – short but a good opportunity to catch up.
In the afternoon Donnis realised her Canadian passport is missing. On reflecting she recalls an incident in the washroom in LA when she thought a woman took something while Donnis was washing her face. So on top of all the other lost stuff we now have to report a lost/stolen passport.
Sunday 31st July
This was a long busy day.
After Melissa left for her laser course we took off for the Farmers market at Miami Beach. As regular readers will know, I am not a fan of markets. Any kind of market. While Donnis was wandering around looking at the same stuff, I just kept walking around looking for inspiration. I did not find any.
Afterwards we drove down into NSW and through the town of Murwillumbah to Uki. (That is pronounced You Ki, not Yukky) From there we headed up into the hills of Mt Warning to find a motorcycle Observed Trials event. (For an explanation have a look here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motorcycle_trials )
This was a relatively low key club day and most of the observed sections were similar to what I used to ride 30 years ago. The bikes are now even lighter in weight and more powerful performance but it was good to see the bike I was riding 30 years ago ( Yamaha TY 175)
are still competitive. Most of the trials bikes these days are Gas Gas
After leaving the Mt Warning property we drove to Fingal Head – this was my third week in a row I have been here. The hope was that we would see whales again. No such luck today. We did however see a pod of dolphins cruising along in the waves just a little way off the cliffs.
It was exciting to see them swim with the waves towards the cliffs.
After leaving Fingal we drove to Duranbah Beach the northernmost beach in NSW which is really in Queensland and is considered part of the Gold Coast Region.
A group of board-riders, dressed in black wetsuits, beside the break-wall looked like a pod of dolphins or seals.
There was an onshore wind blowing making the waves sloppy and choppy.