Dentistry at 30,000ft
17 July 2018
Doesn't time fly. It's hard to imagine it's been fifty seven days, eight hours and eleven minutes since we left Sydney.
Now, after a crash course refresher in how to look after and amuse small children, (everything except Number Twos) we're back on the road, rucksacks stuffed, muesli bars poking out of every straining zip and all the electronic gizmos fully charged.
I'm wearing my new Canadian made Tilley hat and Bangladeshi made cargo pants. The pants looked fine at the time but now, stood in the check-in queue I'm buggered if I can find anything in amongst the twenty odd trendy pockets.
The pants didn't cost much. Walmart specials and perhaps the only pair in the whole aircraft hanger-like store that fit me. Now, I'm not saying Canadians are heavy set, as its proper to say these days, but it seems the stores that were once known as "High and Mighty" or "Big and Tall" have been absorbed into everyday clothing sizes. If my pants were readily available, or in any kind of demand at all there'd be a store called "Short and Skinny". But they do keep me warm. While, it's 30c outside, every shop, restaurant and house is chilled to the point fresh meat, prawns and the newly deceased could safely be left on the kitchen worktop overnight.
As for the Tilley hat, I've a suspicion local Canadians look at me the same way a Spaniard would look at a British tourist in Barcelona wearing one of these six foot diameter, straw sombreros.
Anyway, here we are. Underway again. Only twenty odd hours to Tahiti to meet with "Tall, Slim and Drop Dead Gorgeous" no doubt with some idjit's seat reclined in my lap most of the night. If I can find my Leatherman I might pull a few teeth just for fun.