As far as I remember, I have travelled once in a roller coaster. I remember looking at it like an adventure to begin with. But once it started, I couldn't wait for it to stop. But after getting down, I felt fresh from surfing on the wave of adrenalin. This journey back home from my ship was something similar.
A few pitstops on the roller coaster-
- The helicopter going through an air pocket that sent a jolt of fear.
- Sitting on a rock and drinking in the scenery of tall grass, distant ocean and muddy tracks in Barrow Islands. To a normal person, that could be dismissed as boring desert horizon. But for someone who has spent six weeks on a ship, that could almost be Neverland.
-Disappointed at missing the only kangaroo that decided to show up.
-Perth airport turning out to be as desolate and listless as the city.
-Realising that I had been up and awake for the last 24 hours and still not feeling sleepy.
-Having a surprisingly long and interesting conversation with a friend over Salman Rushdie and bottomless coffee.
-The ears of the check-in guy claiming that Shanghai rhymes with Chennai. And that is where my luggage would have landed if I had blinked my eye.
-Having an almost Terminal headache at the KL airport. With no Malay visa to walk out. And no ticket to fly out.
- Finally everything coming to a rolling halt. With the sweltering sun hitting my face and my bare legs touching the cool tiles -as I stepped home.