Then I had a shock, my bike didn't turn up. The airport emptied till I seemed to be the only one left. The customs guy wanted to go home so he ran a check on me as I waited by oversize baggage.
After an hour I found the only other guy in the airport, he made some calls and said my bike had gone to a warehouse in Melbourne by mistake.
I insisted it be brought back right away, much to the disgust of the van driver on the other end of the phone. By 4.30am I finally had my bike and found my way to the hotel.
Hotels are funny things sometimes. This one couldn't even decide on its name. Was it Formule 1, or Ibis Budget? Anyway a bed was welcome to kick off my stay.
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| Ah a bed at last |
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| Might be a Budget Hotel? |
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