2 January 2005
In August, my niece Kira celebrated her 18th birthday, but the genesis of this story goes back much further.
For such a significant birthday, I wanted to do something special but didn't know quite what until, in June, Virgin Blue threw out some special fares for July/August travel. I mused... "Hmmm.... now where can I go... and when.... can't go that weekend, I'm busy... can't go that weekend, it's Kira's birthday..."
1... 2... 3... DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!!
Fast forward two months to the week before said birthday. Kira and Heather, her Mum, come with me to the airport to see me off. As I approach check in, handing my camera to Heather and asking her to 'hold' it, I say to Kira:
"Can I have your drivers license, please?" "Why?", she asks. "Because we have to check in!", I say.At this point, the rest of the family emerges from behind the rental car booths carrying her luggage, amidst much beaming and excitement.
Over the next twenty minutes, in an excited whirlpool of telecommunications, Kira informs all her friends thats she's going to Sydney and about the surprise that was sprung on her. Except one, who she missed. Who just happens to call the next night as we're wandering around Circular Quay:
Kira: "Hello?" Caller: "Hi Kira, are you at home?" Kira: "No, I'm in Sydney!"Priceless!
We spent three days in Syd-a-ney: Went to the top of Sydney tower; Got up close and personal with the Opera House; Took a ferry out to Manly; Even went to some factory direct outlet malls (yah, I know!).
Then, Kira's cruise director got his priorities all screwed up and we squeezed in a trip to the Blue Mountains on our last day; Hours of driving for a fifteen minute cruise through the mountains. Unfortunately our departing flight wouldn't permit a longer stay. But hey, not everyone can be Julie McCoy!
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