Far, far away
Of course, the obligatory "why start a blog".
Contrary to unpopular belief, its not a great way to meet "chicks". It is, instead, a fantastic way for me to spend the my first day in Australia, sitting indoors, at a computer, bone-tired, and hacking away at a keyboard. A lot of things seem like a good idea 40 hours, and 15000 km from home. Sleep is one of them, though at 2:30 in the afternoon on an incredible sunny warm day it just seems like a waste. Surely a blog is a better waste of my time, and yours now too having read at least this far.
The plan is to keep folks updated on a fairly regular basis without having to send out mass emails, which eventually only a few read and to which even fewer respond. Hopefully I'll be able to toss up a few pictures along the way as well.
Oh, and everyone else had one too.
Trip Update:
Brisbane Day 0.5
After having been here for 4 weary hours, I have one important fact to report. The stereotype of New Zealanders is completely true. On my last connection from Auckland to Brisbane, I was sharing the exit row (I needed the leg room) with a couple from the North Island. I was only conscious and talkative for the last 40 minutes of the flight, but that was plenty of time for what I would have considered "pleasantries". The Slaters were on holiday to the Sunshine coast, and planned on visiting with their son. Their daughter just won a DJ contest and is soon to be on her way to Seattle to learn from the pros. They have a enviable retirement plan to taking small groups of tourists hiking all over the hidden spots of New Zealand. We talked a little bit about my holiday plans- though truth be told, the only part of the plan was really getting to Australia, and then eventually to New Zealand. By the time we were deboarding, they had given me not only their number for when I was Auckland, but their son's home and cell number just in case. Kiwi's really are the most friendly people.
And now I will go attempt to piece together the rest of my bicycle. So far I have only succeeded in gouging a new triangle shape into my thumb, but that's ok, because chicks do dig scars.
Contrary to unpopular belief, its not a great way to meet "chicks". It is, instead, a fantastic way for me to spend the my first day in Australia, sitting indoors, at a computer, bone-tired, and hacking away at a keyboard. A lot of things seem like a good idea 40 hours, and 15000 km from home. Sleep is one of them, though at 2:30 in the afternoon on an incredible sunny warm day it just seems like a waste. Surely a blog is a better waste of my time, and yours now too having read at least this far.
The plan is to keep folks updated on a fairly regular basis without having to send out mass emails, which eventually only a few read and to which even fewer respond. Hopefully I'll be able to toss up a few pictures along the way as well.
Oh, and everyone else had one too.
Trip Update:
Brisbane Day 0.5
After having been here for 4 weary hours, I have one important fact to report. The stereotype of New Zealanders is completely true. On my last connection from Auckland to Brisbane, I was sharing the exit row (I needed the leg room) with a couple from the North Island. I was only conscious and talkative for the last 40 minutes of the flight, but that was plenty of time for what I would have considered "pleasantries". The Slaters were on holiday to the Sunshine coast, and planned on visiting with their son. Their daughter just won a DJ contest and is soon to be on her way to Seattle to learn from the pros. They have a enviable retirement plan to taking small groups of tourists hiking all over the hidden spots of New Zealand. We talked a little bit about my holiday plans- though truth be told, the only part of the plan was really getting to Australia, and then eventually to New Zealand. By the time we were deboarding, they had given me not only their number for when I was Auckland, but their son's home and cell number just in case. Kiwi's really are the most friendly people.
And now I will go attempt to piece together the rest of my bicycle. So far I have only succeeded in gouging a new triangle shape into my thumb, but that's ok, because chicks do dig scars.
posted by Vit-One at 2:30 PM
2 Comments:
Those Kiwanis they're always volunteering to help the underprivileged... oh wait, you said Kiwis, yeah, I hear they're easy.
it was so great picking Nick up at the airport. It took him at least an hour to clear customs. I started thinking perhaps he had packed me a burrito or two after all (Bueno y sano...yum) and Quarantine had thrown him in a holding cell - because you can't bring any dairy, fruit or veg, or pretty much anything else into Australia. Oh, except monye - they like it very much if you bring money. In fact, if you have enough of it, they let you stay forever!
Anyways, after doing my little dance of joy that Nick was finally here and wasn't bluffing, I piled him and his gear into my car, that, as Nick pointed out to me so graciously, I was driving on the wrong side of the road.
I unfortunately had to drop Nick at my house and run - back to work. But the excitement had exhausted me. At work I felt sooo tired. I think I was experiencing 'sympathy jetlag'.
I brought one of the many bags of Reese's Pieces that Nick brought me to work, where they were a big hit. Although it is hard to convince Aussies that chocolate and peanut butter is worth eating. They don't get it.
Well, I better leave it at this, getting too long. I'll now go feed Nick some vegemite (salty, yeast extract that Aussies smear on toast with butter).
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