It’s a familiar journey from Brisbane airport, only this time I’m not
staying at a hostel. The steady scrolling of morning lights as we approached,
a thump and a roar as we touched down. It’s all a bit hazy now as I stare
upwards from the hotel lobby, up past the floors and floors of rooms, toward
the skylight that reveals another blue sky day. A fleet of airline staff
surrounds me, chattering in indonesian, i think (why do I find this somehow
comforting?). The women sit and smoke whilst the captains stand and gesture
as they talk. I’ve turned my clocks forward while I wait for my room
and watch the lifts (they look like huge fuses) bobbing up and down.