Here I am, waiting for another postponed flight, this time at Hobart International Airport. (The international and domestic terminals are one and the same.) Just as I start favouring Qantas for all my internal travel, all the other planes are flying, and Qantas is grounded until 2.30. (QF1020 should have taken off at 10.30.)
Left Alex for 4 days while I had my own holiday in Hobart. Feeling guilty about that, but the little bugger refused to travel with me.
Had trouble sleeping, though room 46 in the Fountainside Hotel was large and comfortable. Got up at the crack of dawn every morning and sometimes at 3 a.m., too. Dragged myself to one sunrise shoot, but it was disappointing. I doctored the photo, though, and it looked passable, if a bit oversaturated.
Hotel room had the kettle, spoons, etc. stowed up too high for me and I had to climb the cabinet to reach them. At MONA I wasn't able to look into the keyhole to see the Salvador Dali movie of the man slitting the eyeball of the young woman. The attendant called down on her walkie talkie and a young woman arrived with a step so that I could put my eye to the hole in the wall. The movie is Dadaist, and apparently art students know all about it, but I think it got a limited release at Hoyts. Ha!
I climbed (almost) to the pinnacle of Mount Wellington on Friday and was nearly crippled by the ordeal. I didn't make the final 100 metres or so (though I couldn't see how far I had left to climb) because the rocky path ahead was covered with more and more ice and my trembling knees and aching back told me I should quit while I was ahead. I had nearly slipped on small patches of ice further down the track and the trick was in finding an uniced section on which to step; it didn't look like there were too may of these further up this track.
I feel my solitude more and more heavily now, with Alex drawing away from me. I know I shouldn't go climbing mountains alone. Even I feel sad when I think of going off on holidays alone. But what am I to do? On-line dating? The thought is scary. Is it scarier than another holiday alone? The jury's still out on that.
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