Friday 6 February 2009

Sydney Again

I had to go to Sydney for work Thursday and Friday, It’s just a 90 minute flight and I like Sydney so I was looking forward to it. I had a fantastic hotel looking on the Harbour Bridge and a good meal at a Thai restaurant with some colleagues. I was good meeting my mate Audrius from Lithuania again.

On Friday night, I got to the airport a bit early and I noticed the gigantic amount of announced flights, being a numbers man, I started calculating a bit and working with numbers

Okay, so here we go. From Sydney domestic airport there are about 30 planes an hour between 15:00 and 22:00 on a Friday evening and night. On average these planes will fly 150 people each. That makes about 30.000 people on a Friday night. On a 21 mio population that makes that 3 out of every 2000 Australians fly out of Sydney every Friday. Considering cities like Melbourne, Adelaide, Brisbane, Cairns, Canberra and especially Perth, Probably one in every 400 Australians takes a plane on a Friday evening/night. Let me repeat that: that is one in every 400 people (counting kids, old people, everyone) every Friday of every week! And I’m not counting international flights.
The day that flying becomes too expensive is the day that cities like Adelaide and Perth become islands. They are so remote; the only acceptable way to get there is by air.


But fair enough, my return flight from Brisbane to Sydney cost AUD 240, and with today’s currency exchange rate that is 130 Euro for a return flight. If I’m not mistaking that is exactly the airport ax alone at Schiphol. So it is still extremely cheap to fly around Australia.

Yuk! and Yum!

Aussie, aussie, aussie
oi, oi, oi
Aussie,
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Ausie,

oi,
Aussie, aussie, aussie,
oi, oi, oi !

It's Australia day, again, and it’s a very scary thought that already a year as gone by. Only 2 more Australia days left before my visa expires. Ah well, let’s go cockroach racing, drink beer and eat hot dogs. I bought two cockroaches for the races, the first one called: “Rolls Roach” the second “Big Black Cocky”. Neither won but we got close this year. I had bought Cocky number 37, and it had won in an earlier race.
The cockroaches run for their life, women scream whenever a cockroach gets too close and we wave, sing and laugh. (Still need to get the words to the Australian Anthem as I was caught on television camera signing fake words… oops!)

People with a phobia for insects and vegetarians should turn away now and not read the next passage:
One winner grabs his winning cockroach and puts it in his mouth. What’s this, has he gone mad? Is he really, really, really hungry? Did the cockroach offend this man in any way? Nah, the guy was drunk and with Dutch courage and encouraged by camera men and cheering crowds he starts chewing slowly at first. He then opens his mouth to the television camera to show the chewed up roach before spitting the unfortunate bug on the floor.

Yuk!

My wife gave me a brand new barbeque and we decided to break it in on Oz day. (Vegetarians should keep looking away :o) The savory steak was perfectly cooked, the chicken legs very scrumptious and the sausages delicious.

Yum!