Mcwhirters Building

I went for a ride into the Valley to buy some art supplies and get out of the house. It was a lovely day.

Mcwhirters Building, Fortitude Valley

McWhirters is a heritage-listed former department store at Wickham Street, Fortitude Valley, City of Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. It is also known as McWhirters Marketplace, McWhirters & Son Ltd, and Myer (Fortitude Valley). It was added to the Queensland Heritage Register on 21 October 1992.

Wikipedia

This is an example of art deco architecture in Brisbane.

Note: this photo has been edited to remove a dirty great traffic light out the front.

Lawn mower

I messaged Ben on Friday afternoon with an urgent request to help pick up a lawn mower from Gumtree. 140 bucks brand new. Too good to pass up.

While I was waiting for the person to open the door I noticed a green laser piercing the sky. Apparently because Riverfire was cancelled they’ve set up a laser show that anyone can walk around town and check out on their own time.

I miss this stuff. In Amsterdam there was the annual light festival, but it was an otherwise very boring city. So I’m thinking about taking the bike over the Story Bridge and around to the KP cliffs to check it out. With a tripod this time.

I do miss sitting by the river.

A green laser shoots across the night sky, over old wooden houses.
Riverfire laser across Woolloongabba

The lawnmower was alright. On Saturday I put it together, adjusted the blades, raked the yard and discovered that underneath the detritus there wasn’t much lawn left to mow. It still looks a lot better having finished it, and also cos I rearranged some logs so now the yard has shape to it. Green bin goes out tomorrow, party time.

Tonight I had dinner with Ryan at a little Thai place in Milton. We’ve been meaning to catch up for a while, but the plans we made were too big and neither of us wanted to follow through so we’ve been putting them off for weeks. So tonight was originally going to be an order-in night, no pressure, but the uber eats app marked everything up enough that we decided to go straight to the restaurant and saved almost thirty bucks.

I took a scooter home and it ran out of battery three quarters of the way back. I blame the hills.

Now I’m in bed, and I really don’t want to sleep. I’ve caught up on Twitter, the news, messaged Shawnie, taken care of my Tiny Tower, and now finished my weekend blog. So now that’s all the procrastination done, I should put on some thunderstorm sounds and get this done.

I haven’t really found a routine yet

It’s been hard. I feel like work is the only thing that’s keeping me together: Friday rolls around and I suddenly don’t know what to do with myself.

As the place is feeling more comfortable I’ve been getting more into the garden. I’ve got a line trimmer and a blower, a little saw and I’ve been taming the jungle outside. I’m pretty happy with how it’s going but I need a lawn mower and I don’t really want to spend any more money on this stuff. I will, of course, but let’s make sure I’m actually going to get paid first.

Lately I’ve been feeling nostalgic for the before times, which prompted me to ride into the valley today before work. I went to the art store and bought a couple of sketchbooks to doodle in. I’ve got the desk out the back where it gets some sun, figure that’s a good spot to get back into drawing.

Now it’s Friday, 2am, and I can’t sleep. I haven’t been sleeping. I’m supposed to call Shawn in the morning. I’m supposed to work normal Australian hours tomorrow. Then suddenly it’s the weekend again.

On preparing to leave

I started packing today. Sorting through my drawers and throwing out stuff I don’t want, and packing away things I want to keep but won’t use any time soon.

I’ve always felt like I’ve had one foot out the door at any given time, but this is different. Europe has broken me. The coronavirus has broken me. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than home and it took being cut off to realise.

I have barely left the house in two months. Maybe longer. I was musing with Shawn today that I miss “places”. The thrill of being somewhere else for a bit. Somewhere not “indoors” in this tiny box with a computer in it.

Two computers. I don’t know what to do about work, but I hope I can swing a remote gig. I don’t know when I’ll even be able to get home. The “last” Qantas flight out of London leaves tomorrow and it’s full, I checked just in case. The other day I broke down on a call to Shawn because part of me wonders if I’ll ever get home at all.

Someone is having a party and I need to get to sleep because I have work tomorrow. I put on a thunderstorm over the speakers tonight to drown out the music

Really need to fix my sleep schedule. It’s not that I’ve been having trouble sleeping, I just hate going to bed. Working nights isn’t helping because now I’ve got an excuse for bad sleep hygiene. I’m the worst.

The new place is getting there. It’s a three bedroom cottage half renovated in Windsor, close to the creek and not lots else really. But it’s home and I feel safe.

It’s still somewhat of a shell but I have a couch and a computer. Ben gave me his old tv and I went on an online ordering spree last night for a bunch of things to decorate the place. It’s getting there.

Amsterdam is still a massive pain in my butt though, and I have so many loose ends that I’m struggling to resolve. I just hate it and I want it over. Pretty sure this week is going to set another bunch of dominoes in motion, and I really need to speak to the accountant before I do.

Ah christ. I should write a to-do list. Item one: sleep.

F

It was a pandemic, right? I left the apartment, went straight to the airport, and mailed the apartment key back first chance I got.

I figured it would be fine because I had about an almost 2-month notice period thanks to the bullshit Dutch tendency to use “calendric” months in contracts. (you must give notice before the first of that month, otherwise the notice period is the remainder of the month AND the next month. Second time I’ve been caught out.)

The Australia Post lady said express post might be delayed a couple of weeks because commercial flights are mostly grounded. That turned out to be a bit of an understatement. The package has been sitting at Brisbane Airport, and the tracking website says it hasn’t moved since it got there.

So now my “calendric” month is up, and my landlady is being shitty. Apparently it’s a “very expensive” system to change the lock, and she’s going to get back to me with the price.

The ONE piece of advice I had about living in the Netherlands is to stop paying rent two months before you move out, in order to recoup your two-month security deposit. Alas.

MSI Optix 31.5in Monitor (MAG321CURV) review

Text reads "this display is crap, regret buying it" with an overly large pixel pitch

Ew. I can not stand this monitor.

The USBC display doesn’t work with my Macbook Pro. The monitor won’t turn on, and the laptop uses more charge than it can draw from the cable.

Reflections from even the slightest light source in the room deliver a different image to each eye, leaving me struggling to focus and causing eyestrain. Further, there’s enough space between pixels you can drive a truck through.

After about 10 minutes using this thing I was feeling nauseous. I turned it off, put it back in the box and submitted a return order. This display should be avoided unless you’re very confident none of these issues will bother you.

★☆☆☆☆

Heading back to Australia in times of Coronavirus

It has been SO hard being in Amsterdam away from my partner, friends, family and all the people I love during the pandemic and I need to fix that. So in some very bittersweet news I am returning to Australia.

As far as I know the only flights to Australia are repatriation flights from Hong Kong, Los Angeles, and London via Qantas. I missed the first round of flights, but another 6 opened up from London and after speaking to work I decided I wanted to be on one.

The TLDR

  1. 14 day quarantine on arrival into Australia
  2. Organised on a state by state basis, and rules constantly in flux
  3. Up to 2 “care packages” can be picked up from within the city by staff. Not all items are allowed.
  4. Non-perishable grocery deliveries allowed from Woolworths
  5. Laundry quota twice a week
  6. Once a week supervised outside exercise allowed
  7. Free internet access 🎉 as well as movies

I’ve scanned the documents outlining Victoria’s quarantine procedures as of May 23 into a Google Docs folder.


Getting to London

Getting to London was not difficult from Amsterdam because The Netherlands doesn’t have any measures preventing travel.

The UK seems to be accepting folks with the same visa restrictions as before, providing they have a valid onward journey. I couldn’t find this information anywhere online and only found out when I was unable to check-in online.

At the KLM check-in desk I was able to check-in by showing the details for my Australia flight, even though it was on a different day. Others were not so lucky. One man in the queue was advised to “book a train or a bus ticket” before he was allowed to check into the London flight.

On the London side I passed through the automated security check with no hassles at all, and didn’t speak to another human.

Uber in London doesn’t seem to have any real preventative measures in place, but the taxis in the cab rank had sealed partitions between the driver & passenger which made it an easy choice.


Checking into the repatriation flight

Before check-in, Qantas sent a COVID-19 health screen form which could be filled out online at the check-in desk.

In addition to the obvious “do you have COVID-19” question, they also asked:

  1. Are you diagnosed or suspected to have pneumonia or COVID-19 infection?
  2. Have you been in contact with someone that is a suspected (being tested) or confirmed a COVID-19 case in the last 14 days?
  3. Have you been on a cruise ship or in a shared accommodation setting such as a hostel in the last 14 days?
  4. Do you currently or have you recently felt unwell with any of the following symptoms:
  • Feverish, fatigued or aching
  • Cold or flu like symptoms such as runny nose, cough or sore throat
  • Shortness of breath

I’m not sure what answering yes to any of these would mean because again I couldn’t find info about it online.

A card reads: COVID-19 Health Screen Approved

Heathrow was a total clusterfuck. Security took about 30 minutes and it wasn’t possible to social distance because of the layout of the queues winding tightly back on each other. This didn’t stop them from putting up signs advising you to do so, and thankfully almost everyone was wearing masks.

Once cleared, there was a final health check to measure temperature, etc before we were given a little green pass and allowed to board.


Flying to Australia

A yellow bag with a biohazard label

Upon boarding the flight we were handed a yellow biohazard bag containing spare face masks, hand sanitizer, a pen, an immigration card & several spare bio bags.

Contact was kept to a minimum, and after meals any remaining garbage was only collected in the bio bags.

The flight was a Boeing 787-9 Dreamliner, which had three groups of three seats per row in economy. People were distanced at one person per three seats, and spaced so that nobody was sitting directly in front or behind anyone in the next row.

We were all required to wear masks, and they say the HEPA filters take out the majority of nasties so it’s about as safe as you can get locked up in an airplane for 22 hours. But of course, nothing’s a given.

I remember being relieved they did anything at all. There was no info on the Qantas website about it so I was preparing for the worst, but it was well implemented. I felt a lot more relaxed on the plane (aside from the woman sitting near me who kept taking her mask off and wearing it on her chin. Some people!)

I got to see both a sunset and a sunrise. Watching the sun come up through the tinted Dreamliner windows was beautiful: a giant purple-red orb rising through the clouds, looking like a fiery gas giant in alien solar system.

Sunset from a plane window


Melbourne via Perth

Since the flight to Australia is too long for conventional aircraft, there’s usually a stop-over somewhere in Asia or the Middle East. None of the countries that I know of are allowing transit at the moment. Instead the flight ran directly to Perth to refuel before continuing to Melbourne.

The stop in Perth was brief. We didn’t leave our seats, we just sat waiting for the crew to change over and the refuel to finish. I lost track of the time because I was sleepy, but Flightradar24 says it took about an hour and a half.

The final leg of the trip to Melbourne was fairly uneventful.


The Crown. Or in Spanish, La Corona

What happens when you land in Australia?

The very first thing is another temperature check & health screen. This wasn’t the quickest procedure, so we queued in the aerobridge while this was taking place.

Once cleared we were given a detention notice from the Victorian government, letting us know that we would be quarantined for 14 days which we were required to sign.

A state of emergency exists in Victoria under section 198 of the Public Health and Wellbeing Act 2008 (Vic), because of the serious risk to public health posed by COVID-19.

You must proceed immediately to the vehicle that has been provided to take you to the hotel. Once you arrive at the hotel you must proceed immediately to the room you have been allocated. You must not leave the room in any circumstances

Finally, we were given the information about the hotel we would be staying in. In my case, the Crown Metropol in the center of Melbourne which was cordoned off especially for this.

After that we were herded onto the tarmac and boarded buses directly to our hotel. There was no social distancing on the bus, but we were required to wear our masks through the whole process.


The quarantine

The hotel is a quarantine zone so nobody other than staff and occupants are allowed in.

When the bus arrived we were shepherded off one at a time and given our room number, a care package of various snacks, toiletries & necessities, and many pages of documentation about how things work.

This was the first time I learned anything solid about ANYTHING to do with the quarantine. Before now I’d only heard rumours.

As I understand it’s a rapidly evolving situation, and it’s managed on a state-by-state basis which is possibly why the Federal government has no information for travellers.

I’ve scanned the documents outlining Victoria’s quarantine procedures as of May 23 into a Google Docs folder, which has a lot more info on how everything works.


My experience

Through this time I’ve been an anxious mess but now that I’m in the hotel I’m finally starting to relax.

The hotel room is bigger than my apartment in Amsterdam by a large margin so even though I’m locked in I’m feeling much less cooped up.

The meals so far have been pretty good, all things considered. There’s far too much food provided at any given mealtime, but that leaves plenty of other items for snacks in between.

The hotel, security, and health staff have been absolutely amazing and I’m so grateful to be able to come home. The amount of love and support and human connection I’ve had from everyone while in isolation this past week is truly overwhelming, and I’m beginning to feel that just maybe things are going to be okay <3

Booked the flights. I leave next week. It’s a secret, because work wants to deal with it in increments, but I figure nobody follows me here.

Or at least, if they do, let’s pretend they didn’t read this.

Anyway, I’m heading back home for the foreseeable future. Work has agreed to let me continue on for the time being, but it’s an awkward position and I’m not sure how long it’s going to last. I was initially hopeful it would work on an ongoing basis, but subsequent conversations make me question that. So we’ll see.

I fly to London on Thursday, then stay the night with Tom and Shashi, then fly to Melbourne via Perth on Friday.

Once I’m in Melbourne there’s a two week quarantine in a corona hotel where hopefully I’ll be able to work as normal and will not come down with the coronavirus. After that I’ll fly to Brisbane (tbd) and probably rent a place for myself.

I’m going to ship my bike and a box of personal belongings back separately. I might send them to Ryan, not sure yet. I requested three separate quotes but nobody has gotten back to me yet so I’ll have to chase them up.

I gave notice on my apartment, cancelled a bunch of services, will return my rental bike tomorrow, and I dunno. It feels like I have very few loose ends over here.

The main problem arrives when I deregister with the Dutch government. That means I lose my bank account, lose my Dutch tax number and lose my paycheck. So work has offered to register me at the office for up to three months, after which at this stage of negotiations I’m going to be out of a job. So that’s fun.

I will send another email tomorrow, probably, and be frank and upfront. Because I would like to keep working for them, but we need to be realistic about what that means.

Shawn is safe in Malta, but

O no

My milk didn’t arrive. It was rejected by DHL and is sitting somewhere in a warehouse and now I’m out.

So I’m gonna head out for a quick walk to the supermarket. Might pick up a tin of Milo. Might not. We’ll see.