Quilpie, home of 20.000 cows
|flying above the QLD desert|
There is a deep loneliness in traveling and working as a single woman..esp one in her mid 40's. Wherever you go you are surrounded by married couples and young single people who are the same age as your kids. And it's beginning to get to me.
Anyway, back to the journey itself.
It all started this time with a night in a hotel in Sydney. You see the nursing agency's travel booking people had decided that a flight to Brisbane at 6 in the morning was a good idea. now add to that needing to be there an hour before take off and a 1.5 hour train journey from home to the airport, and I would have had to get up at 3.30. And since I was to start work the next day, they gave in and put me up in an airport hotel the night before.
As it was I couldn't sleep. There's something about being in a lonely hotel room surrounded by strange noises of hundreds of other people that is truly demoralizing. And I began to understand why so many men who travel for a living use hookers. The idea of being able to pick up a phone and organize myself some warm bodied adult company sounded pretty bloody good at 1 in the morning, but even though there are male hookers to be had by the modern day woman, what I really wanted was a broad caring shoulder to snuggle up to and sob for a bit, and I don't think you can rent that at a brothel yet, sigh...This being single thing is really beginning to get to me.
Anyway, the next (or really later that) morning, I dragged myself out of bed and took a cab to the airport. Only to discover that my flight had been cancelled due to the weather. (little things like a cyclone and large areas of the country flooding ya know!)
|Quilpie's cow sculptures in the man street|
In Brisbane I discovered that my next plane was seriously delayed (again due to the little weather disturbance) and that those 2 mouthfuls of questionable breakfast had been too many. So I made acquaintance with all the toilets in the airport and drank more coffee. And discovered that my travel partner of the last leg was waiting for the same plane!
|Art outside the police station|
So far it's just...quiet. I went for a walk yesterday to get some groceries. 3 streets away in the 40 plus heat, saw the shops, all 2 and a half of them, and bypassed the one cafe that I had already been warned was a bit "Iffy" The hospital is...quiet. small, neat, friendly enough, with a constant staff of casuals to tread on the toes of the permanents who have all grown up here...