To my cherished readers,
I apologise for being absent for some time. Last week I started a Juris Doctor program (a post graduate law degree, no I won’t be able to call myself doctor) at RMIT. I’m doing the course through Open Universities Australia, so it is all by distance. Except for the first subject, which is done over three intensive weekends at RMIT in Melbourne.
I had planned to fly out early on the Wednesday morning, which would get me to Melbourne a day before the class started, allowing me time to buy my textbooks and do my readings. I had friends visiting at the time, so one of them joined me in the tuk tuk with my good friend and tuk tuk driver Mr Riem, and we headed to the airport bright and early.
Once we had arrived at the airport I made a quick stop at the bathroom before checking in, where I wondered if it would be a problem that I hadn’t printed off my itinerary. My thought process was ‘It’s only ever been a problem once and that was with Qantas, it shouldn’t matter and it hasn’t mattered all year. Won’t be a problem this time, I just need to give them my passport… Shit, I forgot my passport.’ The toilet stall spun briefly around me as I registered what I’d just done and I walked out to my friend feeling distinctly nauseated (nothing to do with the previous night’s martinis).
My flight was in an hour, a normal trip home would take 40 minutes, but in this traffic even longer. I called my other friend who was still at home, but of course, the tiny part of me that is occasionally security conscious had locked it in a drawer and the key was on my keyring in my handbag. Grrrrrr!!!!!! My friend and Mr Riem both took the entire responsibility for my stupid mistake upon themselves and apologised frequently on the way back home.
I booked another flight for the next day and made it to Melbourne without any hassles (I’d prefer not to talk about the profound waste of money that I don’t have). Unfortunately I arrived in Melbourne at 9am on Friday, my class started at 2.
I stayed awake and thoroughly enjoyed the three days of classes. I indulged in pubs and pints and pies. I stayed with an aunt and uncle, fell in love with their house and their dog and never wanted to leave.
But here I am, safely back in the Penh. But not for long! My time here is nearly at an end and I return to Sydney on 26 March. Am I sad? Yes, but I am also ready for the next challenge, whatever that may be. I’ll let you know when I do.
Not Going Gently 