KEITH T. DENNETT | REAL LIFE | CONTACT
An infrequent flyer has been able to reunite with his people this morning after a stressful morning navigating Sydney airport.
Lost amongst the web of tunnels, escalators and the elevators that seemingly lead to nowhere, Cairns man Terry Miles had been struggling all morning to work out where the hell to board his flight home.
Not used to the brash rudeness of snobby Sydneysiders, or the smug Melbournites who drag their sparkling new July suitcases around the terminal, Terry couldn’t get help from the swarms of metropolitan flyers who were more focused on scoring their $8.20 Campos coffee than helping out a bloke who clearly needed some directions.
However after doing two laps of the airport, The Advocate can gladly report Terry managed to find his departure gate after spotting the long queue of blokes wearing long sleeve, UP50+ shirts blazoned with Barramundis and Great Northern logos.
“Ahh there it is, Jetstar to Cairns!” Terry sighed, waddling up to join the queue, “Finally found the bastard!”
Giving a friendly Queensland nod to a section of blokes all wearing straw fishing hats, Terry surveyed the area before realising a Jetstar delay meant he had 45 minutes to kill.
“Ahhh I won’t go anywhere, it’s a bit too hectic in that food court for me!” Terry told our reporter, as he kicked off his thongs, sat on a plastic bench and let his toes breathe on the airport carpet.
“It might’ve taken me a while to find the gate but I managed to slip by that Krispy Kreme joint while I was lost,” he said, tearing the bag open on two glazed beauties and taking a hefty bite.
“Better save one for the flight aye, got a long trip ahead of me!”
More to come.
