Empty terminals and no suits, but coffee is still $6: hello airport, my old friend | Brigid Delaney
I remember the anxious energy of airports, dense with tension. Now it’s soporific safety announcements and darkened food courts
Igor takes me to the airport. He is excited to be going to the airport too. He doesn’t go there much these days. “The only flights seem to be Adelaide or Ballina. Everyone is going to Byron Bay.”
There is something weirdly incongruous about these places being the two options – like being handed a menu and told that nothing else is available except the cheesecake and the poke bowl.
I choose the poke bowl.
Igor used to be a tourism operator specialising in the Russian and Ukraine market. Now, with our borders shut, his work has dried up and he drives Uber full-time.
