How many votes for Brisbane.
Your regular transfer from international to domestic terminal usually runs something like this
Exit international terminal air conditioning cool, calm and collected. Push your trolley the 200 or so meter until you get to the transfer train station. Except some bastard has lined the entry to the station with airport equivalent of the maginot linee. Pick up kits bag, judging by the weight, some kindly soul has deposited a corpse in one of them. Walk remaining 20m to pay booth. Begin to sweat. Pay the eye gouging 7 dollar fare for the 5 min ride to the domestic terminal. Continuing sweating begin cursing.
Drag corpse to platform. Look at schedule. Next train to arrives in......45 mins. Thank you God. Make quick mental calculations 3 hours for transfer. Subtract 30 mins to clear immigration, 20 mins to pick up bags, 1 hours to reassure dept of agriculture that boxer shorts weren t harbouring the elbola virus, 45 min for train.......I am going to miss my check in.
Swear and sweat some more. Decisive action needed. Pick up corpse. Drag through Maginot line and along walkway (all the trolleys gone). Sweat now running through arse checks and down leg. Get to taxi rank. Develop nervous tick.
Collar a cab. Get in tell cabbie destination. Be sure to buckle in first, so as to with stand the torrent of abuse you will soon experience. Nod and smile whilst digesting stories about mothers sexual proclivity. Gather that having waited in line for 1 hour cabbie is not overly impressed by 12 dollar fare.
Arrive at domestic terminal. Be sure to retrieve baggage before you pay, reducing possibility of cab departing in clud of burnt rubber complete with your bags and now dismembered right arm which was caught in boot.
Drag corpse into concourse. Wipe sweet out of eyes long enough focus on departure screen. Realize crappy Jetstar/Virgin Blue Flight delayed 2 hours. Develop hernia as you attempt to throw corpse across departure concourse.