March 30th 1990.
Qantas flight QF2 from London via Bangkok has just landed in Sydney. The arrival heralded for myself not only the end of a very long journey but also the beginning of a new life in an exciting land downunder.
On reaching Passport Control I waited in line until it was my turn then handed over my passport to the official in charge. His demeanour was calm and still. Only his eyes moved as his gaze shifted from the photo to my face and once more without expression to the photo again.
“I’ve had a haircut.” I offered.
Officialdom finally satisfied my passport was matter of factly handed back to me.
“Welcome to Australia Sir! Why on earth do you want to come and live in this God Forsaken Place for?”
Ignoring that remark I smiled, took back my passport collected my baggage and then skipped and danced through Arrivals and out into the welcoming embrace of my new home.
I remember saying to myself…
“Yes Welcome to Australia indeed sir!”