This will hopefully be the last entry with the heading starting with the word Quarantine. We will be staying an extra night in the same room and departing for the airport at 5:30 am on Monday to catch our 7 am plane to Brisbane. Yesterday we were visited by a team of doctor, nurse, policeman and soldier and asked the usual medical questions and what our plans were. There was a temperature check and they gave us some papers to take with us to Brisbane that prove we were in quarantine and allow us into Queensland. We also got a nifty wristband.
Later in the day, we got a call saying the visit would be repeated again today because we are checking out tomorrow.
A woman who left quarantine early on Saturday and flew to Brisbane posted on the Facebook group that she had no problems getting into Queensland with the documents she was given.
After lunch, there was a knock on the door and a young lady (in a mask) from the hotel presented us with a cold bottle of champers compliments of the hotel. We have only nice things to say about the Park Royal in Darling Harbour and if we are ever in Sydney and need a hotel, I would stay here if possible.
We decided to celebrate immediately and lay on the bed watching British TV programs about train journeys, some of which I had done. It was a relaxing way to spend the afternoon. Dinner was less than memorable and I have already blotted it out. I am already contemplating what we will have for dinner for our first night in the unit, possibly fish and chips.
So I hope you got a sense of what it is like to be in quarantine for two weeks. It was much better than we expected.
As a followup, everything worked fine when we flew to Queensland. The NSW Police checked us out and gave us papers that would allow us to avoid quarantine in Queensland. A taxi took us to the airport and the plane flew to Brisbane. We have to fill in a new form but all went well. It took about an hour from when we landed to when we picked up our bags. We were free at last. Fresh air was wonderful.