The Qantas Lounge

It seems there are only two lounges here at the Adelaide Airport.

There is the Qantas Domestic Lounge. And the Qantas Lounge in the International area. Or maybe they are both around but if you are flying Air New Zealand they direct you to the domestic lounge.  Open and airy, there are a ton of work stations (none of which have anything other than an OZ two angle prong outlet) as well as a nice breakfast bar on one side and an extremely fancy coffee set up along with other beverages on the opposite side of the lounge.

Of course, it would help if one knew what a “flat white” or “tall black” actually meant, but you can’t have everything. Not even a down arrow which actually might get you decaf.

Check-in personnel are contract, which does mean that they may have to change clothes 2-3 times a day to complete a shift. The gentlemen who checked me in said he would see me at the gate as well. This was after he checked me in, agreed to take my second bag without a charge and wanted to see my method of leaving New Zealand. Yes, you can go to New Zealand, but they apparently want to make sure that you leave as well. I just looked at him.

You have it, I replied. I’m on a multi-city reservation. From Wellington I head to Brisbane.

Good enough.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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