Right through my childhood, I have been fascinated by the Australian lifestyle and their culture since being an avid sports fan, I used to diligently follow the cricket matches and the rugby that they were involved in. They are called the ‘Wallabies’ in rugby and I used to wonder why that name fell upon them and not that of the ‘Kangaroo’, which is their national animal.
Amidst the chaos of schooling, tuition and other teenage activities, these thoughts soon receded into the background and their mental imprints were eventually lost until somehow, my family decided that we were going to visit Australia that summer! At first, I was numb with delight and my brain could not process the information that my senses were delivering to it- I was in a state of complete disarray.
As the day of my travels crept closer, I slowly was settling into my element and the nervous energy that was within me was now metamorphosing into excitement and anticipation as to what may unfold on the journey. With my backpack and the essential set of paraphernalia, I was ready to embark on this journey which, little did I know, would change my outlook on life.
After an exhausting 10 hour plane ride, we finally landed at the ‘Tullamarine Airport’,(the colloquial name for the Melbourne International Airport) and the entire setting of the place was beyond what my imagination could conjure up even when at its creative best. The delay in the arrival of my baggage at the carousel bags meant that I could spend my time exploring the airport and how it buzzed with an energy, inexplicable to me at the time.