So I've successfully landed in Sydney after two days on various forms of transport. No major incidents to report beyond a minor panic when I thought I'd lost my passport (it had dropped out of my pocket on the coach, but I managed to ninja it back). After removing his cast, Bob's hand has turned a fetching shade of purple, but seems to be on the mend.
The cab driver who took us from the airport seemed very keen to offer us accommodation at his place free of charge. We politely declined, due to visions of being slipped rhohypnol and waking up in too small sailor outfits, and instead opted to stick with our original choice of hostel, The Blue Parrot.
The hostel's situated on the edge of King's Cross, Sydney's red light district. Despite this, the area doesn't seem too bad, with a strong backpacker presence. The hostel itself is small, but friendly and accommodating. First impressions of Sydney are positive. The people are friendly, the City centre is relatively compact and the pedestrian crossings make a noise like a laser blaster when it is time to cross - this alone has made the trip worth while.
Love and Fishes
Dave
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Goodbyes
So it's been a week of goodbyes. Last Friday I rolled into work to find that my colleagues had decorated my desk with Australiana. I was far more touched to receive an akubra hat - complete with corks - than I thought possible. In a bizarre way will miss the place I've spent the last year planning to escape from, if only for the people and the occasional entertaining crazy you get calling through.
That evening it was goodbye to the wider family as our Rosie had organised a going away bash. Later on Bob said goodbye to his dignity when, more than a couple of drinks to the good, he punched a wall, breaking his hand - the silly twat.
On Tuesday I said goodbye to Ms Myers, my best friend who doesn't need to shave. She teared up once or twice, but didn't actually cry. I felt cheated and contemplated kicking her in the shin to push her over the edge. I warned her I expected her to achieve great things in my absence. She said she hopes to continue with her current diet. I can't help but feel that she's set the bar rather low.
On Wednesday Bob's family were holding a do, so it was goodbye to the adopted family. I was pleased I got to see Lindrew and Sunley before I left. There was also some feller called Max there, who I've never seen before in me life. But he seemed okay, so it was goodbbye to him an' all.
On Friday it was goodbye to me mam and me sisters who I will miss like crazy. It was also goodbye to various other little things like North Road in Durham that I which I wont.
And finally it was goodbye to my Grandma Domigan, who passed away on Friday night. I don't want to go that far into it on here, except that she was very loved and I'm glad that she's now at peace.
And now I'm sat on a typically pissy horrible bank holiday weekend morning waiting for me lift to airport. Will next post from Sydney
Love and fishes
Dave
That evening it was goodbye to the wider family as our Rosie had organised a going away bash. Later on Bob said goodbye to his dignity when, more than a couple of drinks to the good, he punched a wall, breaking his hand - the silly twat.
On Tuesday I said goodbye to Ms Myers, my best friend who doesn't need to shave. She teared up once or twice, but didn't actually cry. I felt cheated and contemplated kicking her in the shin to push her over the edge. I warned her I expected her to achieve great things in my absence. She said she hopes to continue with her current diet. I can't help but feel that she's set the bar rather low.
On Wednesday Bob's family were holding a do, so it was goodbye to the adopted family. I was pleased I got to see Lindrew and Sunley before I left. There was also some feller called Max there, who I've never seen before in me life. But he seemed okay, so it was goodbbye to him an' all.
On Friday it was goodbye to me mam and me sisters who I will miss like crazy. It was also goodbye to various other little things like North Road in Durham that I which I wont.
And finally it was goodbye to my Grandma Domigan, who passed away on Friday night. I don't want to go that far into it on here, except that she was very loved and I'm glad that she's now at peace.
And now I'm sat on a typically pissy horrible bank holiday weekend morning waiting for me lift to airport. Will next post from Sydney
Love and fishes
Dave
Monday, August 22, 2011
Air Hair Lair
So. Right then. This is it. My blog. My very own electronic two acres and a mule. Truth be told, I'm a little out of my comfort zone, a toaster being the level of technology I can usually handle before I start to have panic attacks. I also find it hard to shake the feeling that I am, in essence, talking to myself.
So why choose this moment to subject myself to the crushing indifference of the digital void? Mainly because following riots, economic depression and the return of Big Brother I've decided to up sticks to Australia. I'm under no illusion that the antipodes will be experiencing the same shite as Britain, but at least it's warm and they have kangaroos.
This blog is therefore primarily a meansto keep the friends and family (hi, Mam) I've abandoned in the loop as to what I'm doing, what I plan to do and what I'm avoiding doing at all costs. Plus, considering I like to think of myself as a writer (Well, kinda, sorta, maybe), I've not been doing a lot of actual writing of late and doing this may encourage me to put pen to paper more often. It's probably far more likely that I'll end up distracted by alcohol, women and general bad behaviour (sorry, Mam) and this here blog will end up abandoned like a ginger stepchild.. But for the moment I have only good intentions and fully intend to get back to you when I've more to report.
So why choose this moment to subject myself to the crushing indifference of the digital void? Mainly because following riots, economic depression and the return of Big Brother I've decided to up sticks to Australia. I'm under no illusion that the antipodes will be experiencing the same shite as Britain, but at least it's warm and they have kangaroos.
This blog is therefore primarily a meansto keep the friends and family (hi, Mam) I've abandoned in the loop as to what I'm doing, what I plan to do and what I'm avoiding doing at all costs. Plus, considering I like to think of myself as a writer (Well, kinda, sorta, maybe), I've not been doing a lot of actual writing of late and doing this may encourage me to put pen to paper more often. It's probably far more likely that I'll end up distracted by alcohol, women and general bad behaviour (sorry, Mam) and this here blog will end up abandoned like a ginger stepchild.. But for the moment I have only good intentions and fully intend to get back to you when I've more to report.
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