Saturday, June 26, 2010

A Day in the Life of H

Due to lack of planning or lack of qualified people or lack of Australians with any sort of work ethic, H had to jump from one job site to another job site on the other side of the country in under 24 hours.  Australia still has some rather remote areas so it is not a trivial trip to do in one day.  

To get to the nearest airport from his first job site, H arranged for a cab to meet him on the side of the highway.  To get to the highway H begged a ride off a cook from the trailer camp that was set up as ‘housing’ at his first job site.  The cook dropped him off on the side of a dirt "highway".  Fortunately after a few minutes, a camper van from a local Taxi/Tour/Courier/Excursion company showed up and took him on a two hour pre-dawn drive to the nearest airport.  Now I use the term "airport" fairly loosely, this place is more accurately described to most urbanites as a runway with a small building next to it.  H told me that it's not the smallest airport building he has ever seen (that honor belongs to an airport in Kazakhstan that he describes as having the same size and decor as a ski rental shack).  However this airport lacked one crucial feature, security.  Due to a bit of an exhausted mental haze, H didn't think much of it at the time, but when the flight landed and he strolled into the security area of the Perth airport, and got stopped due to a large wrench in his briefcase, he realized he hadn't cleared any security at his first airport of the day.  

The second flight of the day was your standard run-of-the-mill cross-country flight, and following that was a taxi ride to the train station.  Because of the late hour of H's arrival, there were no more trains that night to his destination, so he took a train to a nearby town and was going to catch a cab from there.  However when H went to the train platform there was only a single train car there.  Apparently the train was only to be one car long (for a two and half hour trip).  Shortly after the single car pulled away from the station, an announcement came over the speaker of the car that due to construction work on the tracks, the service would only go about half way to the station, and the rest of the service would consist of a "road coach" (bus).  

After traveling to the end of the tracks and getting on the bus, H had drifted off to sleep, only to wake up with the bus stopped on the side of the road.  The driver was talking on his two-way radio asking dispatch to clarify what type of blood they were looking for.  Apparently someone had put the local hospital's blood transfusion supply on the train, and when the train came to the end of the tracks, no-one checked which bus it was put on.  So H sat on the side of the motorway for about half an hour while the bus driver crawled all over the bus trying to locate the missing blood.  After being unable to locate it they were on their way again.   Finally they arrived at the station about an hour late.  Fortunately the taxi driver H had called to pick him up was still there.  

As they drove the last leg of the journey H was just about to drift off to sleep in the cab as the obese male cabby started talking.  "You know, I got me a pretty good side business I sell things on E-Bay" he continued, " I buy outfits for dogs from wholesalers and then I resell them on E-Bay."  He proceeded to explain the inner workings of reselling dog clothes on e-bay.  "You have to cater to people who want to make dog's part of their events.  Want your dog in your wedding?  I have a package for that, bridesmaid dress or groomsmen's suit, you choose.  Want to take your dog out in the rain, I've got raincoats and boots."

After a lesson in reselling on e-bay, H finally arrived at the hotel for the night from which he would go to the job site the next morning/four hours later.  No one seemed to notice H’s arrival because the next morning, the hotel called H's company and told them he had not checked in.  This raised some concern among the staff at H’s company, however they later admitted that they didn't even know where to start looking if he was lost...."besides" he was told, "you survived worse places..we knew you could take care of yourself in Australia."

Saturday, June 12, 2010

God Save the Queen

Today I decided to go wine shopping, specifically sparkling wine shopping.  H is away working and I thought that wine shopping would be a good activity to take advantage of not being in the Middle East.  First off, I walked to the wine store and walking anywhere in Qatar was nearly impossible due to the lack of sidewalks, the heat, and the insane drivers, many of whom would actually speed up on the rare occasion that they saw a pedestrian or cyclist crossing the road in front of them.  Secondly, I can actually buy wine here.  In Qatar there was one liquor store which you needed a license to shop at and our license was in H's name.  Thus wine shopping was an activity I couldn't do alone.

After breakfast this morning I set out in beautiful, sunny, 70° spring winter weather for the wine store.  And what did I find?


Queen Adelaide Sparkling Wine.  I had to get it.  I've found that Australians are on occasion more nostalgic for all things British than actual British people are and this wine exemplifies that.  Google Queen Adelaide and you'll find that she is best remembered in Australia, specifically Southern Australia, which was founded during the brief reign of her husband, King William IV, and where the capital city of Adelaide is named after her.  You'll also find that once his marriage to Adelaide was arranged, the future King wrote to one of his 10 illegitimate children that, "Adelaide is doomed, poor dear innocent young creature, to be my wife."  Tell me, is this really something to toast to?