Only five minutes ago I received a phone call from my airline telling me that my flight from Australia has been delayed. They have changed the time on me and now, instead of leaving early in the morning, it is scheduled to leave 9 hours later... in the evening.
This flight leaves from Sydney, so I needed a flight from Brisbane to get there. Fortunately, I booked early enough to get a flight from here on the same morning, that virtually was a connecting flight. It was perfect because my bags could all be booked onto my international flight from Brisbane and I only had to walk around with my cabin bags while in Sydney.
A call to the airline about my very early flight reveals that to arrive in Sydney at any reasonable time would cost me at least $300 more (on a flight that cost a total of $110), or I could pay an extra $100 and gain another 2.5 hours of sleep in the morning. Sleep did not seem that important to me, so my flight out of Brissy is still the red-eye special, requiring me to check-in at the airport by 5am.
With my first flight unchanged, my next flight greatly delayed, I now seem destined to wander the hallways of the Sydney International Airport with two massive bags, a guitar and a digeridoo plus my cabin bags, all trying to slip off each other as they are pushed along with some sort of trolley bearing wheels that always want to turn left.
I love flying, and I love being in the air, but sometimes, the waits in-between are tough stretches. Well, at least I will have some instruments with me, perhaps I could try my hand at busking.