It's ten past ungodly-o'clock, and I fear that all I can offer at the shrine of Blip is a photo of a sign spotted at the airport whilst doing a mad dash to catch my flight this afternoon.

A goodly chunk of the day was spent whittling down the contents of the last boxes of books I've collected over the years, and lugging the chosen few (hundred) off to the post office, to send them to my workplace 2,500 kms away and do the postman's back in in the process.

The rest of the afternoon/evening was spent fidgeting in airports, fretting about delays, and specifically about the kilos of frozen red throat emperor in my portmanteau* and the rate at which it might be gently thawing amidst my clothes, dilli#, shoes and other items that are not generally considered improved by a close acquaintance with thawed tropical reef fish in 36 degree heat, 99% humidity.

Stopped momentarily to grab this pic of Mackay Airport bureaucracy's idea of absolving themselves of any legal responsibility should someone be bitten by a venomous snake. Just as well I did seeing no other chances for a photo happened for the rest of the day/night.

This one piddling, token notice was pasted on the side of the car park ticket machines. One wonders if, given this is an airport and pretty much EVERYBODY is on the move, maybe it should have been a little more precise. I'm figuring this is supposed to mean "it's mating season, so the snakes are aggro and people should be careful in the carpark area and to check the wheel wells of their car, air conditioning vents etc, before leaving." Or it could just be the Airport passing comment on some of its clientele. Which, quite frankly, could be a fair cop, based on some specimens of humanity that I saw today.

So now I'm back in Sydney, and back on daylight saving time. And it's late, and I've not started to unpack (with the exception of the fish!), much less catch up on my missing blips or reading other journals. I'm not ignoring you, honestly!!- I'm horribly conscious that I haven't been able to keep up to date or reply to others' comments. Looking forward to being able to spend some time on this tomorrow!!

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* On the way up north from Sydney to Mackay, my port had 1.5 kilos of Rocquefort blue cheese (which can't be bought anywhere in Mackay, as is the case with many items that Sydneysiders take for granted). Am wondering if I was a smuggler in a previous life.
# Toiletries bag, sponge bag, wash bag.. whatever you call it.