There’s a faint rainbow across the runway as we wait to board our flight to Singapore. We’ll be flying Barry today, as the Scoot aircraft is daftly named. Scoot is bad enough as is, a dog wiping its arse.
I do like Sydney airport. My very first overseas flight was from here to Singapore, and I try to recapture the excitement that I felt then.
Outside, jets are roaring into the air as the black and gold attired Scoot flight attendants mill together like bees in a hive.
I earlier had some issues getting through the security check with all the electronics in my bag. I wish that I could carry nought but my phone and passport, unencumbered by all else.
Almost time to board…