 I knew I should have got the back seat. So I'll be straight on the transfer bus, national turnip. All right, so apparently there's one hour exactly between flights. Now, I went and booked it on Webjet, thinking, yeah, it's all sweet, but what they don't realise is that you gotta go from one terminal to another. Luckily, my bag goes straight through. Otherwise, I really would be fucked. That's gonna be tight, but I'm sure I'll make it. Not sure if you can tell, but I'm getting slightly nervous. For some reason, I thought there was a bus, but I've got to catch the train. I've got to wait for it. So I seriously don't think I'm gonna make it. I was meant to board 10 minutes ago. Both scans, I've got to fucking stop. I will never be trusting Webjet ever again. So I've got to stop for the full body scan and the bomb squad. It's like, brah, I think I see someone going through. Not the last one. Wow, that's surprising. A few more. All right, thank you. I had like four coffees on the two flights, so hopefully more rides here. That's all I can say. Currently, my dad wants some duty free, just like last time. So I'm sure I can help him out. A couple bottles of bourbon. We've got party time on Friday, it's my sister's birthday. That's the main reason why I'm here. So it's Tuesday today. Party time Friday. And probably the whole weekend as well. So I can't fucking wait.