I woke up, at about 7.20am, lay in bed for a while, didn't really want to get up.

I continued reading my book, and then got up at 8.15am, I went and had a shower, got ready, and packed my bag.

I went out to the loungerooom, sat around, and read my book. My mate's mother in law went and got ready, and then asked what I wanted to do, whether I wanted to sit around here all day, or go out to the shops etc.

I said I was happy to do whatever she was going to be doing for the day, so I went with her to the shopping centre.

She'd bought some slippers the other day, and her husband had liked them, so he wanted a pair (they're made in both men's and women's, but about the only difference is the size), we went into Kmart to find them, bought them, and then went over to the supermarket.

I recognised where we were, this was near the petrol station that we filled up at, when I was up here with my mate and his wife. This was where we were, about 20 minutes before I got pulled over, the cops found my license was suspended, and I had to get in the car, and feel sick for the next few hours.

Anyway, we went into the supermarket, and saw my mate's step father in law, he works in the butchery in the supermarket, and he was bagging up offcuts of meat, for dog food or whatever, my mate's mother in law got a bag of it for the dogs.

He went and found a few empty boxes, I grabbed these, they'll use them to pack stuff for moving. We got some stuff for lunch, and then went through the checkouts, and back to the car, chucked the shopping and boxes in.

We drove off, back towards their house. On the way, we decided to go to "The Hummock", which is about the only high point in Bundaberg, the rest of it is almost dead flat.

We went up there, my mate's mother in law telling me that this was where she had to come when she was renewing her bus license, to be tested doing a hill start.

We got up the top, and parked near the edge. The view was brilliant, you could see at least 180 degrees of ocean. There was a stack of radio towers, with aerials, parabolic antennas, microwave dishes, all sorts of communications gear up here. I would have loved to have a laptop with a wireless card.

The stuff must have good range, because I couldn't even see the gear at the other end, of wherever the dishes/antennas where aimed at.

We sat up here for a few minutes, and then drove back down again, and back to the house. I helped unload the car, and then I sat and continued reading my book again.

A little while later, my mate's step father in law came home, we made some lunch, and then sat out on the back verandah and ate.

It was weird, I was 1300km away, but I felt like I was home.

I realised it was because sitting here was the last thing I did, that felt normal, before starting the trip home, at the end of our holiday, when I got busted, and my life was turned upside down, having to live in the pub during the week, and only getting home on the weekends, which didn't feel like home, because I spent less time there, than when I was in the pub, and it definately didn't feel like home.

We sat around chatting until about 2pm, and then my mate's step father in law had to go to soccer, he's a coach, so we all decided to go.

I finished pcking up my stuff, grabbed my bag, chucked it in the car, and then the 3 of us went to soccer, in my mate's stepfather's car.

I sat with my mate's mother in law, and we watched one of the games that her husband coaches one of the teams. When that finished, we moved to another field, to watch the end of another game, a higher age/grade.

A couple of minutes after getting there, one of the players was hurt, and they stopped playing for about 15 minutes, eventually they came out with a stretcher, and carried the player off the field.

We watched the end of that game, and then moved around to the other side, where the stands were, and watched a bit of the A grade team play.

The was one player, that was the spitting image of a guy I used to know, who got married, and buggered off to Adelaide, owing me $700.

It was now a bit after 4pm, and I had to be on a 5pm flight, so my mate's mother in law and I left, and she drove me to the airport. We got there about 4.30pm. I thanked her for her hospitality the last couple of days, lifts etc, it was appreciated, making my trip a little bit less expensive.

I went, went to the counter, and checked in. I showed my expired NSW license again, as ID, since I didn't have anything else now. It was lucky I put my NSW address on the booking, or I would have been buggered, not able to get on the plane, and not able to get an ID from QLD transport, because I had no other ID with me.

The guy asked if I wanted window or aisle seat, I asked if the emergency exit was available (because of the extra leg room), he said it was, and that I could have either the front, or the wing exits. I'd rather the front over the wing, because of the engine noises.

I got that, seat 1a. There was no security check, no xrays, nothing, I went and sat down, and read my book while I waited. It got close to 5pm, and I wondered what was going on, so I got up, and went and waited outside, in the garden area between the terminal and the tarmac.

A few more people came out, and eventually they boarded the plane, we showed our passes, walked out, and to the plane, getting on the little jat assisted prop plane.

I continued reading my book, and then we took off, and I sat and looked out the window for a while. It was getting dark now, so I didn't get to see all that much.

I went back to reading my book. They came through and gave us the little snack boxes again, I sat and ate, and drank the water. A few minutes later, the attendant asked "Who'd like a Chardonnay? or a Shiraz?" I thought they were joking, looked up to see her holding the Chardonnay, and the male attendent with the Shiraz. Cool.

I said I'd prefer a Shiraz, but that I'd need another cup, because I'd poured my mineral water into it, rather than drinking it out of the container it came in. The guy said he'd come back.

I waited a couple of minutes, and then he came back, gave me another cup, and filled it.

I sat and drank my wine, and read my book, and finished eating. As crap as this whole thing has been, time of work, hours in airports, losing my license, this bit was nice. They came through again, and asked who'd like more, so I had another cup.

It got really dark now, couldn't see very much at all out the window, until a while later, when we started to descend, and I could see all the lights of Brisbane, that looked really cool.

We landed in Brisbane, all hopped off the plane. We were about 100m from the terminal, we had to go and get on a shuttle bus to get back to the terminal. We all crammed on, with our carry on luggage, and then went on about a 20 second bus ride, as we were driven back to the terminal.

We all got off the plane, and went into the terminal, right near gate 1, where I'd come out to get on this plane on Thursday. I think it was about 6pm.

I went straight around to the check in desk, there weren't very many people here, so I was able to go straight up to the counter. I showed my expired NSW license again, they didn't say anything, allowed me to check in. Again, I asked for an emergency exit, the front one, and ended up with the same seat, 1a again.

I went over to go up the escalators, to the gates, where I'd come off the plane from Sydney on Thursday. I went through the xray/metal detector, didn't have any issues, but then as I went to go up the escalator, I was stopped by a security guard.

He said that he wanted to randomly check my carry on luggage for explosives. He gave me a sheet to read, that explained it, which said at the bottom that I could refuse it, but by the time I'd got that far, I realised the guy had already scanned my bag. Pff.

Obviously I didn't have any explosives in there, so then I picked up my bag, and went up the escalators. I walked along, into the Virgin Blue gates, and went to the blue room.

I went to the counter, asked to go in, the guy asked if I was checked in for a flight, I showed him my boarding pass, paid $5, and went in.

It looked pretty schmick in here, lounges everywhere, a darkened area with a projector running a movie, a few computers for internet access, including ports for laptops, a food bar, a bar area.

There were only a few other people in here, about 15 maybe.

I went in to use the internet, then realised that you had to pay for it (gees, I would have thought that would only be at peak times). I didn't have any change.

I went over to the food bar, and asked if the bar was open (since there was no one up there), the chick said that it was, and aked what I wanted. I asked for a JD and lemonade, and then she called another chick, who went up and made it. I paid, got my change, including a couple of $2 coins, so I could use the internet, and then the chick came back down with my drink.

I went over to one of the computers, put a couple of bucks in, and got 10 minutes of access. I started going through all my email, since I haven't checked it since I got back from court yesterday. I only managed to get through about 2/3 of it, before my time was going to run out, so I put the other couple of bucks in, finished up going through my email, and then had a couple of minutes to spare.

I checked my tivo was still running, yep, good, then I looked at slashdot for a minute, and then my time was up, 20 minutes of access.

I went out of that area, went to where the projector was. It had been showing some Adam Sandler movie when I first came in, which was now finished, and "The Footy Show" was on. I sat and watched that.

I finished my drink, and then went over and ordered another one, and a toasted bagel and salad. I paid, and the chick said I could sit down again, and they'd bring it to me.

I went back to watching the tv, a minute later my drink was brought over, and a few minutes later my food. I sat and ate and drank. Except for the fact I've got a plastic knife and fork (damn terrorists, now I can't even use proper utensils in the terminal), this was pretty good.

I managed to snap the tip off one of the fork prongs, which I then couldn't find, I hope it's not in my food somewhere. I ate the next few mouthfuls carefully, expecting to find it, but didn't, and then didn't worry about it.

A few mouthfuls later, it ended up in my mouth, I bit down on it, and it hurt like hell. I managed to fish the bit of plastic out of my mouth, and finished eating my food.

I continued watching the tv, and drinking. A little while later they came and collected my plate, and empty glass, and asked if I wanted another one, because they wanted to close the bar. I said I was right (I can still get another drink on the plane on the way back).

I ended up sitting watching The Footy Show until about 7.50pm, my plane was supposed to board about 8pm.

I went out, and went and sat in the gate, and waited, until the boarded us, a bit after 8pm.

I got on, found my seat (pretty easy, when it's the first seat on the plane), grabbed my book, ipod etc, and sat down.

They finished boarding. There was a bit of a kerfuffel going on between the attendants, and some staff in the boarding tunnel thing. Apparently some people were trying to get on the plane with tickets in other people's names, and they were trying to work out whether or not to let them on.

We waited for a couple of minutes, and eventually they said that they weren't going to let them on, so they closed the door, and we got ready to take off.

We taxied out, and took off, the view was pretty good. I went back to reading my book, and a little while later they came through with the food trolley. I got a Bundy, Dry and Lime, and a KitKat finger thing. They came and told me they didn't have any KitKats, but some other chocolate, which was similar.

I said I wasn't worried, and they gave me the other one, which was exactly the same. I sat and drank, ate, read my book, and listened to my ipod.

We got back to Sydney, just before 9.30pm (I think), I got off the plane, wandered out of the terminal, which was now pretty much empty, because I don't think there are any more flights today, and went down to the train part.

I bought a ticket home, and then went down to the platform, I got on the next train, to Central, and then hopped off, wandered around to the platforms where the country trains run from.

There was 10pm train to Newcastle, so I went over and got on that, found a seat, and waited a couple of minutes, and then it left.

As it went through Strathfield, or somewhere like that, a ton of footy idiots got on the train, and packed it out. I sat and read my book, and listened to music.

My phone rang, as I was somewhere between Berowra and Cowan. It was Mum, she wanted to know where I was. I said I'd probably be at Gosford around midnight, or Narara a couple of minutes after that.

I went back to reading my book. A few of the footy idiots got off at Woy Woy, but most of them didn't get off until Gosford.

I gave Dad a call when we got into Gosford, said I'd be at Narara in a few minutes.

I sat and waited, and after we started going again, I wandered down to wait near the doors. Some ticket inspectors had got on, but they didn't ask to see my ticket.

I waited near the doors, we got to Narara, I got off, wandered over, and got in the car.

We drove home, Dad asked how I was, and I said I was pretty pissed off. Which was true. I wasted days, it cost me nearly $2000, I had to travel about 3000km, and for what, to end up losing my license for 6 months.

We got home, I got out of the car, went inside, and went to bed.