Twenty four hours of slumber later and I awake to the terror of turbulence
grazing against my back as the aircraft is brought back down to earth by
trusty gravity. My eyes, in a dazed haze of green somehow manage to grasp
the world outside the window. “We’re here!” I yelp with joy. Passengers are
shooting looks which could kill over in my direction. I suspect they are as
relieved as I am to be here, though.
Singularly we leave the aircraft, a Noah’s ark type feel leading us through
customs. I hand my passport over in excitement with a friendly accent
welcoming us to the borders. There’s immediately a busker heard playing a
Radiohead song in the near distance and I know I’m home. But only by a
fraction. “Almost there…” I reassure myself as my partner makes it past
customs. He looks me deeply in the eyes with that unraveling smile that
brings me back to earth. “We’ve made it.” I say with a hint of disbelief.
He chuckles to himself playfully holding my face between his warm, loving
”We have.” He reassures me.
”This is real.”
”No, you’re totally dreaming. Bye.” He turns away jokingly with luggage.
I laugh, leaping onto his back and embracing the love that brought us to
this heated destination. There are notes of anticipation felt between each
heartbeat. What awaits us is unknowingly pleasurable.
The first breath of air is unworldly fresh. Skies are iridescently blue
and clouds are sparse, lingering about the sky in a feathery way which
stretch for miles into the distance. I did a comical slow-motion
three-sixty turn as my lungs and eyes relished the freshness of everything
“Whoa.” my eyes widened with ecstasy.
”Look over here,” Lloyd gestured.
I stood on my tip-toes to peer over the rocky fence that stood before us.
It was an open-space, with flowers adorning its surface. A childlike curiosity
swept over me just then. I had to explore.
”Where are you going?” Lloyd asked.
I shrugged before climbing the rocks. “Nowhere.” I said, landing with a slight
thud. Dark violet poppies aligned the ground beneath me and out in the horizon
were wavy cacti. I knelt a little closer to the miniature flowers, catching a glimpse
of a velvety blue butterfly before it fluttered away in fear.
Everything was picturesque. Things were trying to nibble at our sweet blood.
But at least we were here.
”Our train is in fifteen minutes.”
I called out, ”Aw, don’t you want to explore?”
”Yes but I’d also like to get checked in.”
Pouting, I willingly complied before climbing back over the cobbled rocks.
Lloyd was hot and bothered by the unusually high temperature. I smiled,
wiping the beads of sweat from his lovely face. The shuttle bus finally
arrived and we were on our way to the train which would take us
forward to our destiny. One guy behind us was playing a harmonica
and another was using his thigh as a drum. A lady pulled the window down
to let some air in but got an unsurprising hit of stagnant hot air on her
weary face. I wanted one of those Australian hats with the dangly bits
but Lloyd assured me otherwise.
Our shuttle bus had been delayed by traffic, so we reached the station
ostensibly twenty minutes later than expected. Excitement started to
pour into panic suddenly. I had never been abroad and in an emergency
”Two minutes until the train departs!”
Lloyd attempted to calm me down before issuing a dash to the platform.
We both ran as fast we could, dodging people that were walking toward
us as swiftly as possible. Then, a thwack between my head and someone
else’ occurred, leaving me in a brief halt of frenzy as I saw stars circling
heads. “Ouch!” I cried, before regaining sight. Without time for an apology,
I continued to run behind Lloyd, idly leaving my bag behind in the distance.
Eventually we caught up with each other, but the whistle had been signaled
and our hazy eyes watched the vehicle depart from the platform, leaving us
behind. I could feel the bruise on my head slowly swelling up.
Disaster had shaken us out of our loving daze.
“I knew it.” He started. “We had to get the shuttle bus.”
“You had to suggest the shuttle bus!”
“Me? You were the one being cheap.”
He laughed sarcastically.
“But yes this is somehow my fault.”
“Look — let’s just sit down and think about this. Somehow.”
My blood began to boil. I wanted to push him and make a scene,
but a throbbing bruise held me back as a headache started to ensue.
Or perhaps it was a heart-ache.
“Excuse me–” an unfamiliar voice crept in. “I believe you dropped this.”
We both simultaneously looked at the man standing between us.
He had a similar bruise, handing over a forgotten bag which belonged
“Oh, thank you.” I replied before apologising.
“Shit happens. No worries.” He assured. “There’s another train to Melbourne
in a half hour. It’ll cost you a bit but you will definitely get there. See ya.”
We looked at each other rather astonishingly. I felt a little guilty for not
apologising sooner. Lloyd looked at me with remorse suddenly setting
on his tired face. Both of us were caught up in a whirlwind of
temporary shock that had us at each others throats instead of a
“I’m sorry.” Lloyd whispered. I whispered back before taking his hands
into mine. Love poured in to our eyes before we came closer in a
rectifying kiss. I could feel my lips entangled with his, searching for
warmth in an already heated environment. His tongue swept over mine
and the dozens of eyes which were probably ogling us were no more
than a cast of jealousy. We decided to leave our belongings in a locker
and delay the train ride to the city so we could explore the surrounding
area instead. Being indoors was always a stuffy atmosphere.
The great outdoors welcomed us back with its funky cacti and desert feel.
An embellished sun radiated our skin with warmth and people were
smiling all round. I could feel that same breath of fresh air feeding my lungs
with this planets finest and free offerings. Everything was absolute
and even more, we had each other, here, now.