I was a little sad to leave the airport in Singapore. I still can't get over how much stuff they had to do there. Did I mention that they had a rianforest nature walk in the terminal? You can't make this stuff up peopele. I didn't take any pictures, though. My flight to Australia was tiresome. I sat next to a family traveling with a little baby who was testing the audible limits of human hearing. The kid had some pipes, I see a rich future in a career as a fog horn, or perhaps emergency siren. The whole 5 hour flight to Darwin he screamed, cried, bawled, and let out sounds that I did not think were possible for human beings to make. At the end of the flight I was really more impressed than angry, that kid was good at what he did.
As I landed in Australia I still had the wonder of if they would deport me in the back of my mind. I knew they wouldn't, I mean who wouldn't want me in their country? I didn't get deported, but I did get selected for a random search. Yeaaaaay! The customs agent introduced himself to me, escorted me to a stainless steel table and proceeded to go through every single item in my bag. As he went through my belongings with great diligence I thought to myself," I'm coming into the country and off of a plane. Why am I being searched to come into the country?" I asked and he said that Australia is very protective of their natural beauty and they are very strict about not bringing any food, organic things like wood souvenirs from other countries, even dirt on your shoes. I appreciated their effort and after he said that I unclenched a bit, realizing that I would not be the subject of a cavity search. That was a relief, until the agent looked at me and said, "ok, just one more thing..." I clenched up. "If I could just see your passport again." I handed over the passport as I breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. He stamped my little blue passport and I was in Cairns.
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