dry clothes dry

The hard work of watching my clothes dry.  Not much I can do in the way of finishing packing until that happens.  

sydney lights & lunch

 Delicious lunch and amazing light fitting at Mossman cafe.  Beetroot, poached chicken and goats cheese. mmm.

So, this blog was supposed to be a way to keep my family and friends up to date with my travel adventures when I am in China.  The thing is, I've caught the bug and want to keep writing about non-travelling adventures that I'm having and, lets face it, there's only so much you can say about travelling to Nundah every day through the inner city bypass.  Sandgate Rd was busy, not busy, Clayfield College girl wears short socks, three cars in the Albion Mcdonalds drive thru.  Yes, it gets a bit tedious.  

I'm branching out.  I'm going to be writing about other things that are flowing through my head and that I'm learning about.  In the next 8 weeks I will be in different parts of the world so I will have travel adventures to write about but I also know that there are many adventures to be had right here in brissie.  

my sister and sydney

The first time I ever went to Sydney I found it scary, overwhelming, confronting. I was 17 and I was on a family road trip with a friend (ask me sometime about vomit and the canberra science centre).  We stayed in Oxford street near Hyde Park.  In all my sweet, innocent Brisbaneness, I couldn't get my head around people begging, the sirens and just how big the place was. At that stage, lattes still hadn't made it to Brisbane and drinking moccona coffee was the height of cool. Well, times have changed and I love Sydney.  I've been there a stack of times now.  Sometimes I'm there to do touristy, conferency type things and sometimes I'm there to hang with my sister.  I reckon that wherever someone you love is, you can't help but also love the place.  Of course, I'm a little bit older now and beggars, drug addicts, and a little bit of rawness don't particularly phase me (hello 10 years in public health).  It's the same with places like Gympie. Never really knew the place and I must admit I happily engaged in some 'Gympie is for gun toters' kind of joking, but now, I've got family there and it really does have some of the most lovely little pockets you could ever hope to find.   

Coming up, a few more posts about my weekend in Sydney and few photos of delight. 

15 more sleeps until adventures abroad.