He's wearing denim gloves

Pried my eyed open with toothpicks to stay awake until the end of the stage.
After 1am.
Late given we've been on camping time.
Cadel in yellow.
Woo.

Repacked our bags.
Poured sand out of shoes and other nooks.
Separated smelly from non-smelly.
Cleaned out Miyagi.
Leftover food dropped off to a shelter.
Jerry cans back.
Hasty creation of a new funnel to empty them of fuel after I prematurely turfed the original.
Removal of large quantities of red dirt with high pressure hose.
Returned Miyagi to Britz with 4574 extra km on the clock.
All done with twelve hours to spare before our flight.
Longish lunch.
Too lazy to walk fifteen minutes in the sun to the bookshop.
Lazed around while J and C worked up a sweat playing Buckhunter of all things.
Movie.
Limited choice.
Karate Kid on and seemed apt.
Surprisingly enjoyable.
Too much popcorn ingested to worry about dinner.
Not much else to do in Darwin on a Monday night.
Might be named after Charles, but is nowhere near as awesome.
Cab to airport.
Here seven hours early.
Flight to Melbourne on another airline leaving soon.
Rueing not being rich enough to just buy new tickets and jump on that one.
Airport shops are all closed.
It's six pm.
Boo hiss.
Regretting my earlier laziness.
Have just wrestled my iPhone back from J, who has decided he wants to buy a plane sometime in the future and is researching the notion.
I'm a little worried about the safety...
My insistence on calling any plane he buys Peter Russell Clarke the Party Jet is doing nothing to dissuade him from said plan.
I need another strategy.
Going to be a long evening...
Prime time for catching up on all I've missed the last two weeks.
Brief synopses below please.
Will backblip soon.
Maybe even tomorrow...