The last couple weeks in Australia were pretty great. I got the opportunity to finally compete at a horse show about 3 hours away. I can now honestly say that I am now an International Competitor. It was really fun and actually quite difficult. I will spare everyone with the boring details but lets just say that I ended up in the middle of the pack on a horse that has never competed in his life so I was pretty happy. I rode ESB Irish Benediction and he behaved himself surprising well so I was pretty happy. The highlight of the weekend, or low point depending on how you look at it, was the infamous pink truck. Since Vanessa's truck was in the shop, a friend of ours let us borrow their truck to take the horses down. There was even two beds and a kitchen, I thought I had landed with my butt in the butter with this one. Ness told em however that the truck was actually pink. I tohught to myself, surely someone wouldnt paint an entire truck pink. It must only be a stripe or something on the side. I have never been more wrong in my life. Not only was the entire truck hot pink but so was everything else in the truck. The sheets were pink, the saddle racks, bridle racks, the cuttlery drawer was even pink. She had a pink pitch fork for goodness sakes. It is probably better to just show a pic rather then discribing it. ENJOY!
As for my travels getting back home...
I originally had planned to fly out of Melbourne at 11am. Or at least that is how I read my flight details. I clearly was not very observant. At 2am Australia time I got a phone call from my mom saying that my flight was actually leaving at 8:30am from Melbourne and 11am from Sydney. OOPS. Thanks momma. This new time meant that we now had to leave the farm at 5am to make my flight. THe only problem is that Ness had planned to wake up at 6am. Now I had to call Ness at 4:45 to wake her up so that we could leave in time. This is why i prefer driving to flying. She was very understanding and we made my flight without any problems. It was tough saying goodbye but I had an amazing time and it was absolutely a trip of a lifetime.
Once on the plane was yet again reminded of how much I hate flying. To start, the 85 year old woman that was sitting in front of me couldnt have been taller than 5 foot nothing but she felt it necessary to recline her seat all the way back for the entire flight. My legs did not appreciate that very much. I managed to watch a few movies and get a couple hours of sleep so I guess that was ok. Once landed however, I was again turned off by another annoying traveler. The person sitting two rows behind me, whcih meant he was at the vary back of the plane, felt that it was necessary to jump out of his seat as soon as the seat belt sign was turned off and try to get 5 rows in front of him to get his bag. First off, I dont understand why people feel it is necessary to jump out of their seat when the light goes off. It is going to take another 30 minutes to get off the plane so whats the rush. As for the aforementioned passenger, why could he not wait till exiting the plane to get his bag. IT IS ON THE WAY OUT. Enough of this pointless rant. I made it safely to South Africa and I look forward to what lies ahead. I will try to keep everyone posted.
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