Myself and my good friend Downsy won a competition to fly to Southbound in a helicopter, along with a bunch of other sweet perks. I figured it'd be a pretty big deal and since its close enough to when I left it qualified for a position on the list.
So on the day of Southbound we fronted up to Jandakot airport in our sweet new captain's hats and aviators. To say we were excited would be a little bit of an understatement. We got our good mate Pilot Mike to take the obligatory happy snaps in front of the chopper, and cracked open our helicopter beers.
And then it all went wrong.
Pilot Mike told me there would be much less turbulence than on a normal plane flight. Pilot Mike is a liar. It certainly wasn't super rough, but it was just enough that after about 15 minutes into the flight I was feeling a bit queasy. 45 minutes in I was getting the sweats and was starting to get even paler than normal. An hour in and my head was buried in the complimentary in-flight sick bags.
But once my breakfast steak was dispatched with I felt a heap better, just in time for our flight to pass over Busselton and the Southbound campsite. We went in and scored our sweet deluxe tent, private shower and toilet, VIP (and later backstage access all areas) passes and just generally lived it up. But I was definitely dreading the ride home, knowing full well that after a weekend of Southbound shenanigns I would already be feeling pretty average.
Which is why when Ivana (our minder for the weekend) gave me our final part of the prize I was over the moon. "Apparently one of you got a bit sick on the way down, so we've organised for a private plane to take you back."
Awesome.
No comments:
Post a Comment