It's late and I am being pestered by Bob to play the game and blog. While I'm perfectly fine with this in theory, I'm finding it hard to find something to write about. This is mainly because I seem to have settled into a bit of a routine of late. I get up, go to work, return to the hostel, maybe go out for a quick drink, watch a film and then go to bed. Rinse and repeat. While this is far from a trying existence, it has got a bit same old, same old. The solution for this torpor is to try new things; exciting things; shiny things; Australian things.
Luckily we do know Australians, so we've been knocking around with Erin and her associates this weekend. Yesterday we went to New Town. Ironically, despite the name, the place is slightly worn looking and full of thrift shops. It was excellent, far more chilled out than the cross, with a nice bohemian vibe to it. Definitely intend to go back at some point.
Today Erin and her mate Tia took us to Coogee beach. Bob (still dressed in trousers, T-shirt and shoes) took one look at the water, declared himself "not a beach person" and plonked himself on a towel. While I would hesitate to describe myself as a beach person, I figured when in Rome and proceeded to take on the sea with all the convincing vigour of an anaemic chess player throwing down against Giant Haystacks. I can now tell you that, despite what it says in all the brochures, the Pacific is bloody cold. Also, being hit in the face by a ten foot wave hurts a bit. It was also very enjoyable. Bob, after some token grumbling, eventually decided to give it a go. After nearly drowning he decided that he "wasn't a beach person" and went back to sit on the beach. A side effect of the dangerous amount of fresh air I've been receiving is that I'm now a fetching shade of pink. This is the English way.
A spider the size of small cat came and watched the rugby final with us. James, the hostel manager, tried to kill it with a spear and a flaming torch, but in doing so he dislodged it from the ceiling and it ran off flipping us the bird and saying rude things about our collective mums. If I find it I will exact my revenge (nobody says shit about me mam), but if it gets me first, remember that I love and miss you all.
Love and Fishes
Dave Denton
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