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Adelaide to Tokyo via Brisbane on Qantas

Unfortunately this journey starts with me suffering from a cold. Suffering is a term I use all too often, where others might use minor sniffles, or feeling slightly off color.
It all started Thursday, the regular evening for one of my patented epic jogs around Sydney, I had to cut it short due to unexplained exhaustion.
By the time I got back to my hotel room, I could barely move, full body stiffness that could not be unexplained.

This was a new cold symptom for me, I have had sore joints on the onset of the terrible man flu before, but never anything like this, I could barely move, but even worse I could barely lie still.
Thankfully on mid Friday morning, that seemed to pass, leaving just a feeling of light headedness, I dont seem to suffer fever or headaches. I do suffer from the unexplained need to drink gallons of anything, especially things containing aspartame, for super strength, and an accompanying need to urinate. Now we start to head into too much information territory.
I remained hopeful of recovery, because over the course of the weekend, I was... 'ok'. But come this morning, the blocked nose had started.
Actually I am still hopeful my symptoms will go away, I am running on about 2 hours sleep 4/5 of the way through a 10 hour flight after a 2.5 hour flight for which I had to get up to take at 4:30 in the morning.
Perhaps tomorrow I will be magically cured. Or perhaps I will be paitent zero in the forthcoming HxNx pandemic.

With nothing much to do on the flight, and no time to type anything in airports, I decided to type now, whilst sitting on the plane. This surely is the underlying factor in why what is typed here could be politely termed as long winded, or perhaps harshly labelled as pointless drivel.
My first flight was Adelaide to Brisbane, on Qantas. I had flown the same leg only 2 weeks prior, with Virgin, but that was delayed all day, much to my joy as a day trapped in the airport is like a paid holiday!
Todays flight to Brisbane was not delayed, and a good thing to, as the connection time is tight.

I dont remember doing much of anything on the flight, ate some muesli, read the newspaper, and noted how empty the plane was and how moronic the 'news' is.
Once on the ground in Brisbane, it was a race to get off to urinate, followed by the almost traditional bus service we have constructed into the airport experience in Australia to take you from one terminal to the other.
At least the bus, which runs to no apparent schedule, came straight away! This left me plenty of time... to wait in the customs line.
Our brave front line defence force against brown people, now called OPERATION BORDER FORCE (not even joking) had 2 particularly skilled land whales checking passports for a line of over 9000 people.
This took 45 minutes, and left me very little time to have any food or drink or urinate before boarding.

I need not have worried though, as once boarded, 15 minutes early for an on time departure, an anoouncement was made that some people were stuck in a lift and we would have to wait for them.
I was sat near wear our inappropriately conversing trolley dollys (stewardesses) were standing around talking about hand bags and airport suicide - someone recently fell to their death from the escalator hence they are closed and you have to use the lift.
They got on the phone and found out the real story, some old dears had got on the lift and gone up not down, ended up some place else, gone through an emergency exit and out into the street and were lost.
Of course this means going through security again, but I think someone located them and ushered them through, they had wine and people to fuss over them once they arrived, stressed.

In great news, my plane is nearly empty, at most 25% full. This is a new service, or a reinstated service, after 15 years, and in its first month of operation.
When I selected these flights they were available every single day of the week on frequent flyer points which is quite unusual.

The flight itself is now 90 minutes from landing, and so far I have not really watched anything, just read pdf files on how to assemble a Japanese submarine for profit and made frequent trips to the urination zone and drinking fountain. The guy sitting next to the bathroom door thinks I am up to no good.

There have not really been many people to observe, old people continue to be frustrated at touch screens, babies continue to enjoy disturbing others, and Asian peoople continue to sleep in twisted and contorted positions for a solid 10 hours.

I will now commence the bore onslaught with the usual array of airport photos, 100% interchangeable with those from previous trips.