Doha and beyond

Back in Melbourne, serious packing has ensued. Serious cleaning has led to discovery of large amounts of chocolate, dispersed fairly fairly among favored visitors. Serious cleaning -- in the way of things -- also led to more serious panic attacks, as long neglected tasks were discovered.

Books were delivered. Coffees were had. Markets were visited. Leaves were swept up, bagged and dispatched to raise the standard of living of Thornbury hens. The little red car that could was sent to the local car spa and returned waxed, and just that little bit more confident in itself.

Sue F (or P, depending on her situation) kindly dropped us at the airport, in time to get good seats ... Leg room!

Hit Doha. Hot Doha. Don't believe aircraft entertainment systems claims of destination temperatures. 0C does not equal 92F. Hundreds of shuttle buses ferrying passengers across the concrete from planes to duty-free bargains and -- in our case -- back again almost at once. The buses double up as air-conditioned holding pens to manage the surplus population: yet another reason for a thriving metropolis like Melbourne to invest in more trains and trams.

A much smaller plane on to Copenhagen, smaller even than the commuter jets to Canberra. Prepared for our first real destination by watching Hamlet on the device that dare not speak it's name (except that Blogpress wants to interject it every post). This in keeping with the tradition of that actor in 'A Midwinter's Tale' who prepares for the part by ... Well, I guess you have watch that movie first, but some of you will know the reference ... coincidentally said actor is in this Kenneth Branagh version, along with Richard Briers and Michael Malone along with every acclaimed British actor ... other than those doing travel documentaries or touring Melbourne ... either starring or doing the tiniest of cameos: Dame Judi Dench doing 30 seconds with no articulate lines in a part that never previously existed.

Riveting viewing, except that I only got one-third of the way through before we landed into the summer warmth of southern Sandanavia, and a proper airport with grass around the runways.

More soon, although less words and more photos is probably the go as I won't always be waking with the 3.30 dawn and feel compelled to type. However the other lesson from today is: always put the new SD card in the camera before you start taking photos of the latest town. Still, found somewhere that sells soy capps, so Sue is happy ...