Perth International Airport

Written: 1.02pm Friday (10/12/2010)

That warm, strong but urging feeling is going to hit me when I’m half way to Indonesia. Yep, that’s right, the NEED TO PEE! I may not have mentioned this before but this is the first time I am travelling overseas (and by myself to!). Getting to the ‘Departure Section’ of Perth’s International Airport was needless to say difficult.

Being told by my family to pack things I couldn’t survive without in my carry-on luggage, I packed items such as sunscreen, water in a water can, Aero guard [TROPICAL STRENGTH], Dettol hand wash thingy which all may of pissed security off a bit (whoops)...

Things I did wrong (In which Pissed off Airport Security and Customs Peeps):

1.       Entering the Departure area. Had Perth water in my water can. The Security guard made me Skull it... [Hence the NEED TO PEE! Will soon hit...]

2.       Put the wrong flight number on my Immigration Green Card. But how was I suppose to know which number is which. I can’t read Indonesian.

3.       Left my passport in my passport case as I handed it in for checking with the Immigration Green Card. This pissed the lady off HEAPS. Coz then she had to open the protective case, use her hand muscles to grip my passport and pull it out and then open the passport booklet... [so hard]

4.       Tried going through the Bag checking system thing with my laptop in the bag.

5.       Tried again going through the bag checking system with sunscreen, my empty water can, dettol and TROPICAL STRENGTH aero guard.

6.       Second time lucky... However my banana boat sunscreen is no longer with me on this trip...

*moment of silence for the loss of my sunscreen...*

I think that’s about it because now my water can is filled with none other than Perth water, because there was a water fountain near by (MUHAHAHA) they can take my water, but they can never take my ability to fill up :P It’s so weird though, they take the water off me but then there’s a water fountain to re-fill water bottles and cans less than 2 metres away from me... I can just see tomorrow’s papers saying “Terrorist Attack On Perth International Airport: Water Main Weapon”

I’d prefer to get felt up to find a bomb then get rid of water. But I guess that’s my opinion. I’m not allowed to take photos either, so that is why this blog has no photos connecting to the moment. I don’t have that feeling like I have forgotten anything. But if I have I’m sure I will cope and deal with the situation if it arrives.

I’m also not allowed to use my phone, so I’ll just use this blog post instead. I didn’t really send many thank you text messages out to the people that helped get me here. So listen up. A big thank you to my Executive Board of 2010, that X + L decision we made helped me more than you know. Thank you Aaron for getting me matched to AIESEC Bandung, they are awesome!

To my family, thank you for nagging me about things I had to do. I know deep down it was the fact that you LOVE me and wanted to see me SAFE. I also want to thank you for letting me take this journey myself and supporting me in it. Many families today don’t let their daughter’s step out there front doors without bubble wrapping. To do that, you must have had faith and trust in my ability to take charge of my own life. More than words alone I love you all so much (you too Paul and Kat!)

To my gals, Denyse, Gillian and Marika. Thanks for really supporting me. I loved our little lunches and dinners. I’ll defiantly come back speaking Indonesian Gillian ;) – Milkshake? [The joke with this is: In Indonesian the word for Milk Shake is... Milk Shake – HAHAHAHA! O.o]

Well anyways I see some adaptors up ahead. So I’m going to finish up and go have a look. The next time I right I will be in Indonesian, maybe within my HOST FAMILY’s house. Love you all!!!

XO Shez