So close, you could lick the airport

Migrating from airport to airport by car, you feel soooo close to being able to jump on and go somewhere. Apparently you need your boarding pass to match the plane though before they do that. So I guess we'll need to wait for tomorrow.

But at least this time we're not waiting for four years like we did last time to buy our next boarding pass. And just like last time ... we need to be at the airport before any public transport opens. So we drove to Sydney today, crash at a nearby hotel for the night, and then hope that the shuttle bus delivers us the last kilometer in the morning.

Getting the shuttle bus from the airport to the hotel (partly as a trial run) has already been entertaining enough. The hotel tells you to call them when you're ready to go. Their automated system then suddenly tells you to call this other phone number you're not ready to note down and get them to pick you up. After three attempts at getting the number right you get an operator which doesn't seem to understand you but says that the bus has been dispatched. And when the bus does show up, it's actually there for someone else. Very promising ...