Airport vs Typewriters

This happened in November from Darwin to Singapore and I totally forgot to blog it! Hope it helps with the Monday blues ;)

*walks in with two typewriters in hand to the security scans in the airport*

Guy in front of the scanner: “is that a laptop?”
Chick at the screen of the scanner: “It’s a typewriter right? Right? Right?
Wait hold on… it’s allowed in the airport right?!”
Serious guy at the end of the scanner: “Can you please open it up.”
*me all worried that I’ll get in trouble and opens the case up*
Serious guy’s face lights up and asks if I work at the courts. Two other officers join in and we have a nice chat.

Felt really good having that chat with the security guys, then we moved to the international customs…

Customs guy in most dalek voice:
What the heck is a typewriter?”

Tuesday Indigos

Well that is if you follow the colours of the rainbow — after Monday blues, Tuesday’s indigo.
It’s my colleague’s birthday today too, fancy getting presents from the birthday girl! Really need to get used to AZERTY boards. Darn them misplaced “A’s”!


Needs a little love, but it’s a promising piece! Maybe I should spray this Indigo.

I couldn’t try anything out just yet as the cartridge is disassembled. The platen feels like new though. Springy like a spring chook (chicken). Hah, I just realised that the typewriter I was using in the typecast was a shade of purple too. Mmmmm. I have a post lined up for that piece, rather exciting! :D

Just a quick shout out:
I’m needing parts/pieces/typewriteranings, and these are on the priority list:

  • A set of ribbon spool covers for a Corona 4 — preferably the 6 slot one.
  • Ribbon spools for the Corona 4 — or can anyone advice me what other spools would fit the 4’s too please?
  • Type sets for Mignon — Script, Pica, Perl maybe Russian? Hit me!
    I currently have four types: Plaketschrift (Bulletin), D.4.Kursiv (Italics), Frakturschrift (Fraktur) and Schecksicherung (Check Perforater).
  • Micro font typewriter that types more than 12 CPI. Diamond or manuscript, not fussed.
  • User guide/repair manual for a Senta.

I would appreciate all the help possible, even if it’s a eBay or Etsy listing. I almost bought the spool covers off a keychopper, but somehow it didn’t work out. Was going to post it up on the Facebook page and forum but the last time I posted something things turned a little sour.

Bed time for me, thanks for reading and have a great tomorrow!

Brisbane Hours 31+

Hang in there, I’m nearly done!

After the Type-In Scott gave me a lift to the airport — and met up with Steve K again. Steve was heading back to Perth on a flight just before mine. The queue into the airport gates were really long! The men at the scanners looked at our cases with much suspicion. I think it was about 20 minutes or more before we got through and sat down at the nearest cafe.

Oh, did I mention?
I failed the first explosions test in Darwin.
The guy had to test himself and then me twice over before letting me through. He definitely gave my Adler the I’m-watching-you stare… Thank goodness I didn’t hold up the line in Brisbane!

Anyway, back to hot chocolates.
It was then Steve mentioned getting from Brisbane to Perth was about 5 hours — making my 4 hour plane ride home a bit more bearable. We squeezed in a good ole’ chat before Steve’s gate opened. He made the mad dash to get on the plane and I walked towards my gate which was a good 20 gates away.

The flight back to Darwin was ummm, interesting and scary. I must have struck gold or something on the flight and sat next to the only baby on the whole plane. It was a cute bubba but she cried a pretty nasty cry but quickly settled down once the plane was in the air and melatonin kicked in. Not too bad, I thought.
Then we hit turbulence jackpot.
At one stage it felt like the plane had taken a nose dive… then in the scariest of roller coaster fashions the plane made it back up and went bumpity bump bump all the way back to Darwin.
The touch down… uhh… all I can say that it made people cry. In my delirium I was sure the wing had broken off and the plane was doomed for a fiery end. People were running out of the plane to solid ground upon landing. I may or may not have been one of them.


Forgotten egg Benedict picture. My innards after that flight might have very well looked like this. Well, less yummy looking.

What did I bring back to sunny Darwin from the Type-In?

  • Technical knowledge and courage about typewriters. I’ve always feared about the escapement area and mainsprings, but the guys talked about it like it’s a jog in the park.
  • The confirmation that I wasn’t the only person in Australia with bidding trigger finger :p
  • That it’s okay to have more than 10 typewriters in the house. 30 doesn’t sound too bad either.
  • Maybe I should get a standard typewriter.
  • The re-confirmation why we collect, repair and use typewriters. They are timeless pieces and have history, take part in the present and should have a spot in the future.
  • Writing short stories isn’t as hard as I thought. I definitely should write more.
  • Rekindled motivation to repair and clean my horde! Must be working – plowed through 5 this weekend. :)
  • Fond memories and stories of Brisbane, fish and chips, and beautiful typewriters.
  • Two typewriters, heh. :3

In any case, the 32 hours of Brisbane was absolutely fantastic and I can’t thank the Brissy mates enough. You guys are just something else altogether — kudos to you guys for organising another successful Type-In!
Meeting everyone in person was such a joy, and shed insights blogs can’t convey.  I really do appreciate it.

Last of all, THANK YOU SCOTT for the over-flowing generosity and taking me out on a proper typewriter hunt and the tour around Brisbane and all the other things I didn’t mention.
I’m sorry if I chatted your ears off with my constant questions too. XD

Ok. All done! :)

Brisbane Hours 1-12

Hour 1 to 3

Getting off the plane was so good.
The sky was cloudy but the sun shone through and the air smelt different but good. Brisbane reminded me of Melbourne and Perth, and had a interesting mix of both. Oh, did I mention it was my first time in Brisbane?

Shuffling my hand luggage around I made a mad dash for the gate exit.
It wasn’t long till I spotted Scott K and “OH-IT’S-YOU!” exchanges he swept me away to proper typewriter hunting.


Brisbane CBD


What seemed to be a very tall and steep highway on a cloudy day

First stop: Woolloongabba Antique Centre.

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There was a whole heap of vintage and vintage styled items, many of which if I hadn’t had any self control or determination, would have somehow made its way with me to Darwin.
We spotted quite a few typewriters there, perhaps 10 or so, but none came home with us.

It was a sad that the first typewriter thing I saw was this:


The typewriters we did see:




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Hour 4 to 6

Scott took me to a nice cafe for lunch, the suburb name I am forgetting already! I think it was called New Foundland or something (sorry Scott!) Remembering what my colleague had said about cafe standards, I went for the eggs Benedict on wholemeal bread. It was very yummy, and I nearly didn’t finish it all.

We then made our way to Paddington Antiques — an ex theater made into an antiques place. We didn’t spend too long there and we only found a lonely Halda standard priced at $200+. Uh, no thanks mate.


Original mouldings grace Paddington.


After Paddington Scott had to stop by a servo to top the tank up.
There was a very large column of smoke just dancing in the afternoon sky. Scott and I couldn’t quite figure out what was happening, but a big something-something was on fire… and had been burning for the last two hours or so according to the servo folk. Later on we found out that it was a grassy floodplain that had caught on fire, probably due to someone tossing a lit cigarette to the dry grass.

Scott was very kind and generous to invite me to his home. His collection is something to drool after, and Scott was very kind to let me dribble over a few of them:


It was like being on that Oscar’s set full of typewriters!


Obligatory picture with the Art-Deco Lady Lamp.


We spent some time comparing the innards of the two machines and concluded that my green Adler was later made, and is it’s original birthday suit.


View from the couch where I had a quick nap.

Hour 7 to 13

Scott had arranged for Burrito dinner with Steve Snow and took two typewriters along for the night. I didn’t have much to do with Steve before, so I wasn’t too sure what to expect. It was pleasant surprise when he rocked up with a ready smile and stories to tell!

Dinner was done and dusted quickly – the mini beef burrito I had was delicious, and I think might have been the first proper burrito I have ever had with black beans, brown rice and guacamole.
It had started to get quite windy too which was something I did not expect. I have a pull over in most of the pictures, how embarrassing and how Darwinite of me!

Ummm, yeah. Scrap that, it was typewriter time!


Scott K and his Adler Tippa in fancy dancy suitcase case.


Steve Snow and a Aristocrat Baby (right?)

It was barely 5 minutes into taking the typewriters out of their cases people around us were talking/loudly whispering about typewriters (pffft or oh wows) and how “cool” it was to have one. Steve had started writing up about the beer he was having for dinner and then we were basically inundated by a very excitable 8 year old. It was heaps awesome she was so interested in the typewriter and chatted non-stop about it. She, her two siblings and us oldies had little typing competitions to see who could reach the bell first and little spelling bee’s. Very fun.

This little girl looked at me grinning like a kid in a candy store.

I offered to type her a little story and she just beamed like the Bat Signal.
“Write me a story of an elephant! AND A KANGAROO! Yes a kangaroo!!!”


Scott wrote her a little thing about a shark and whale.


With her little trophies at hand and telling her parents that she would take it to her show and tell we said goodbyes to the children and left the burrito place, feeling totally chuffed to be the “Cool Typewriter People”, and headed for Coot-tha.


My phone does absolutely no justice whatsoever to the vastness of Brisbane city up on Coot-tha. There was a cool glow of the city and outlines of homes and tall buildings. The sky had little light pollution and shone stars like a champ.
I’ve never seen a combination quite like this before.
It was pretty high up on a hill so it was quite cold. The guys had ice creams (?!) while I tried my very best not to fail and freeze in the cold with my little takeaway cup of hot chocolate… and just stared out into the beautiful sight laid before us.

Steve Snow then invited us for a cuppa at his home, and showed us his collection in a mini type-out on his patio. I don’t have many pictures, but he has a really cool collection and we chatted about purchases, fixes and all sort of typewriter stuff.


I’ve almost laid hands on all colours of the Corona 4’s, this blue one just ticked one off the list. More about Corona 4’s in another post to come.


*Sigh* I felt like a magpie around this piece. Typing on a Noiseless was very different too. I wasn’t quite used to the “tumfff” sounds it made instead of the usual “THWACK”.

12 hours in Brisbane already and I felt incredibly spoilt.
What next of the remaining 10 or so hours Brisbane?

T-minus Brisbane

The week before Brisbane was a rather busy one — I think it was only one night that week that I had dinner at home. The weekend before was a combined lawn sale, where I had managed to sell of half the things I brought including five batches of Berry Oat Muffins that I had baked… then went on to purchase a Sunbeam stand mixer for $30, five bags of fillers for toys for $10 and three garbage *gulp* bags of clothes for $20.
How to say no?

Fast forward to Friday.
The husband asked me at work: “What time I’ll need to be getting up tomorrow?” My answer? “SLEEP IN.”
I had basically forgotten that it was this upcoming weekend that I would be magically transported to Brisbane for the Type-In.
Silly me.

I was already at work and heading for a company dinner that night, so there was not much time to pack much less wash the outfits that I wanted to bring. Lucky for me, the husband is well versed in doing the laundry!


This may or may not have been the winning entry for the pizza competition for work dinner. It’s a brownie pizza with light cream cheese and fresh berries on top! Oh, and ice cream on the side.

After getting home from dinner I shoved all I needed into my handbag and popped myself into bed for the 6am red-eye flight.
I had planned to bring my Mignon type cylinders and a couple other typewriter things, but I think Jetstar wouldn’t let me smuggle it in with the 10kg carry on limit. The Adler Favorit 2 is about 7kg!


The flight to Brisbane from Darwin wasn’t very pleasant — three squealing young families to the right of me, a lady next to me with no sense of personal space, a lady in front of me kicking the typewriter case and clipping my toes ever so often, a man behind me with a knee-jerk problem and the only 12 windows in the whole plane open, with the glaring sun over the horizon.
Everywhere else on the plane was quiet and dark… with most of the occupants catching up on some shut eye.

I was probably in grumpy vampire ogre mode, but it was pretty bad flight. I was very glad to get off the plane… which is another post in itself.