Tasmania Day 8

Homeward bound!

My flight from Hobart -> Sydney was pretty bland-- finally started reading Bossypants (the Tina Fey autobiography), and sat next to a really nice red headed lady. On the way out of the plane, we all were stopped because some chick fell down the stairs onto the tarmac. I don't think she got hurt, so laughs are in order. We reversed and went through the other side of the plane.

Once I got to Sydney, I had a ton of time so I stayed in the domestic terminal and got food to eat. Bridget had recommended Sumo Salad, so I tried to find it. She was right. it was delicious.

I then decided it was time to actually exit and then re check-in, which was really annoying because there was a bus you had to pay for and take to get to the other terminal.

After waiting on the wrong line and trying to check in at the wrong airport (embarrassing) I found Kevin. We talked about our weeks briefly but were mostly consumed with checking in. When trying to go through security, the three bottles of bubbles that I had bought in a store in Burnie caused some trouble. The guy picked them up out of my basket and asked what they were... well, it went on like this

Man: what are these?
Me: bubbles....
Man: uh well, I don't know if we can let you take these in....
 *goes off to coworker to whisper about them*
 ......something something dangerous something something.....
Chick behind me: dangerous? bubbles? *laugh*
Man: yeah, we'll have to see....

rest of my stuff goes through, and at the other end I noticed that my little basket (containing the bubbles) was set aside... more conflict.

Man: yeah, I don't think we can let you take these in because there's no ingredient list, no size, and they're not for human use.
Me: *laugh* umm I'm pretty sure there is a size... I bought them because I knew they were less than 100mL
Man: where? *holding the package far away from me*
Me: *tries to look at the package*
Man: *holds package close*
Me: uhhh I think at the bottom of the bottles' labels maybe?
Man: ah. you were lucky this time.. I see you're a true child at heart. Enjoy your bubbles and flight.

There was an article about NZ ciders in the in flight magazine also. real funny.

Our next weird interaction was when Kevin decided he wanted to get another 50 cent piece before leaving Australia (the coins are dodecagons and really cool) so we went up to the Lonely Planet store and asked the first worker there. Lo and behold we found a man who LOVES coins.. He emptied half the register just to show us all the editions of the coins that existed and ended up replacing all of Kevin's coins with different ones. Weird.

The flight was filled with reading the book, and not sleeping. There was a 2 year old in front of me who was swinging on the seats the whole time. super annoying.

In the airport though we met a girl who's also on exchange at Otago, and ended up spending our loopy 6 hours in christchurch airport with her, with Kevin and I nearly missing our bus back to Dunedin.

After a very long day, home.