I'm on the train back to Sydney after spending the day in Kiama today. It was such a good day. The sky is blue, the weather was nice, a bit too warm for me actually, since I was wearing extra warm heatech and had coat on hahaha...
Anyway, I just read an article about a letter a pilot left at the tray table at his last flight before covid as a time capsule. That day he flew the plane to desert to park it for 14 days. Who knew it was gonna be 459 days before the letter was found.
It got me thinking, and my friends and I actually talked about this today as we were having fish and chips on the grass under the tree. We have been very lucky to be living in Australia. My friend said that when her game buddies from overseas talk about how it is in their countries, only then she realised that we are still in pandemic. We are very lucky that sometimes I feel guilty for it. When we have spikes of cases of 10 a day, some areas were locked down for a week. I wanted to share it to my friends who were living in Asia, but when I started typing, they said their numbers are up again, thousands a day. I started hitting backspace. Malaysia took 7.5k new cases a day before they had another lock down, while Melbourne only needed 10+
We only had 3 months of full lock down. After that, though restricted, we still could enjoy the outdoors, went for bushwalk, did coastal walk, mushroom foraging, shopping, movies, and so on. We can still enjoy all those. And when we get symptoms of cold, we can go straight to get covid tested without thinking about the costs. We are indeed, lucky.
