A small row of Focker Friendships (is that they were really called or is this early morning sleep deprivation deluding me?) is sitting on the tarmac. Regardless, they take me back to growing up in Burnie, and then being grown in Armidale NSW. So guess there are quite a number travelling to the Marquise. Sitting under a ceiling fan as the dawn moves apace. Feeling puzzled and trying not to feel dismayed. My cash passport card has been rejected by two ATMs. Could be a lean holiday in a place where cash is king. Nevertheless, feeling great frisson of excitement about what the future holds.