Richard Branson. Visionary, Mogul, Titan of Industy. Raving Lunatic.
Apparently Richard Branson, on-again-off-again CEO of Virgin Global, has launched a back to basics airline serving the Aussie Outback. Branson has embraced the golden age of flying with…okay, not really the golden age of flying, but it seems that he has made it a point of hiring only the creme de la creme of “In-flight Courtesy Personnel.” Stewardesses who, I’m sure, would make sure that the closing credits of the in-flight movie was not the only Happy Ending to be had on board.
Regardless, Virgin Blue saves a ton of time at the gate by loading the aircraft from the front and the rear doors. Matt Staum, fatefully seated in seat 1A, did not realize this. When we walked up the gang-way at the back of the plane, Matt showed the stewardess his ticket and I swear that I heard her gasp. I’m sure that Matt’s trip up to the front of the plane was delightful. I guess he knows what a salmon feels like.
We arrived last night in Cairns. As the title might imply, things look pretty good here, there might be some nice beaches, somewhere, and we might find them.
Matt and I will be diving the Great Barrier Reef one of these days, swimming with sea turtles, and with any luck, not losing any limbs to marauding Reef Sharks. Here’s to Hoping.
In the meantime, our hostel might have kangaroo burgers for lunch. I call dibs on Pouch.
One of these days we’ll get another slug of pictures up. I promise.
[EDIT: Also, a bird shit on me last night as we were walking back from dinner. Someone was telling me that this is good luck, right?]