On my trip to Bulgaria, I had the chance of visiting the interesting country of Greece.
I was on an organized bus trip with local tour guides and a number of planned events.
The trip had 3 distinct stages.
The first night we spend at the city of Kalampaka, which is situated under the rock towers of Meteora. I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of Meteora. It seems to be a sort of a sheltered place, but you should know - you are missing out. It's an amazing natural wonder, which has been completed with grandiose human achievements to top it up. To begin with, there are those huge rock formations, which are sticking out of the ground like needles, hundreds of meters tall. They have vertical, rock walls supporting a small, flat surface at the top.
It escapes me how people got to the top to build there or the determination needed to do this.
The second part of our trip was Athens (Atina) and the surrounding sites. We had a couple of days there and had a chance to see a lot of the wonders that are there. It is really unbelievable the amount of history that could be found in this one tiny part of the huge world we live in. The tour guide told us a story about the time when the greeks were trying to build a metro, they constantly kept running into more and more remains of the ancient city and eventually they had to give up entirely. As a proof of her words however, everywhere throughout the city you can see remains of 2-3 thousand year old houses and public buildings. The Aghoras (the ancient meeting grounds) are particularly well preserved. I loved the story about the tallest remaining building in the old aghora - the tower of the winds. It's an octagonal building, with a side for each of the major winds (north, south, east and west) and the directions in between (north-east, south-west, etc).
Of course the Parthenon was the main attraction. It's on the tallest (well, actually second tallest) hill in Athens and it is truly majestic in both size and beauty. We also had a round trip around Peloponnese, seeing some of the beginning of the Ancient Greek civilization. We drove through miles and miles of olive trees and pretty, white rocks.
On the way back, we stopped by Delphi. To get to Delphi, you have to travel through what has to be one of the narrowest roads in the world. When going through the city of Delphi, we were literally inches away from the walls of the buildings on the street. Anyway, the ancient city of Delphi was really amazing. It has a lot of history with all the ancient embassies of the different Greek cities as well as a eerie feeling, created by all the mythical stories about the magic of the place. At the very top of the ancient city, there is a huge arena (of course). There was also an amphitheater, where we tested the acoustics of the place and you can hear a voice from one end of the huge construction to the other without any assistance of technology (apart from the mechanical tricks they used, like empty amphorae under the stage and the careful construction of the seating in such a way as to carry the sound waves in the most effective way).
The last part of the trip was in Thessaloniki (Solun in Bulgarian). It is a particular favorite for Bulgarians because of the rich history that connects that city to our own history. It also happens to be quite heavily populated with Bulgarians. It is a very pretty city, with a nice sea view. The main plaza is very beautiful with lots of flowers and surrounded by some amazing old-style hotels. We also had a chance to visit the local market (where you get to see some display of survival bravery only typical for third world countries). Our last stop was the remains of the oldest parts of the city in the middle of the modern day city.
All in all, if you get a chance to visit this country with such rich history, you should seriously consider it. There is so much to see, enjoy and appreciate. It leaves you with a sense of insignificance in a sense after seeing what people were able to do thousands of years ago. Greece rocks.
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Saturday, November 10, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Cambridge
Today I got a quick tour of Boston (the city). A guided tour throughout the city - Southie, The Commercial District, Beacon Hill, and ended in Cambridge. I didn't realise Cambridge was pretty much a part of Boston. It's across a bridge from the heart of the city.
Cambridge felt like a magical place on that summer day. The majestic campuses of MIT, Harvard and Cambridge blending into each other joined by lush parks create a sense of long history of achievements. Cambridge is a true college city. It's full with vibrant dinners and hip shops full with young and multicultural people. Even though it was the summer holiday still, the city was already getting filled by excited new students from all over the world, eager to begin what would equate to opening their world.
At the centre of Cambridge, there is a big plaza where a lot of people were enjoying performances by buskers. There is the Harvard Coop - the official school supply shop of Harvard, a news paper stand with worldwide publications, a few nice cafe places, and of course a garden. About 200m from there, we visited the Cambridge Library - an icon of education recognized everywhere.
While I was there, I also couldn't help myself but do some shopping. Got myself a pair of street Adidas shoes from an original Adidas store (had the DJ and everything). I'm pretty happy with them.
Overall, spend the better part of the day walking amidst the funky atmosphere of the place. Had a fantastic lunch at one of the local places just across the street of the Harvard Coop and met with a few students from Cambridge College. After that, I was left with a subtle desire to come back and study there one day.
Cambridge felt like a magical place on that summer day. The majestic campuses of MIT, Harvard and Cambridge blending into each other joined by lush parks create a sense of long history of achievements. Cambridge is a true college city. It's full with vibrant dinners and hip shops full with young and multicultural people. Even though it was the summer holiday still, the city was already getting filled by excited new students from all over the world, eager to begin what would equate to opening their world.
At the centre of Cambridge, there is a big plaza where a lot of people were enjoying performances by buskers. There is the Harvard Coop - the official school supply shop of Harvard, a news paper stand with worldwide publications, a few nice cafe places, and of course a garden. About 200m from there, we visited the Cambridge Library - an icon of education recognized everywhere.
While I was there, I also couldn't help myself but do some shopping. Got myself a pair of street Adidas shoes from an original Adidas store (had the DJ and everything). I'm pretty happy with them.
Overall, spend the better part of the day walking amidst the funky atmosphere of the place. Had a fantastic lunch at one of the local places just across the street of the Harvard Coop and met with a few students from Cambridge College. After that, I was left with a subtle desire to come back and study there one day.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Boston
Boston (or close to it). I was glad to be in Boston. Walking out of the airport, at the opening of the outside door I was greeted by a blast of the familiar sea air that tastes so sweet. It's like a breath of life and summer joy.
I was met at the airport by a dear friend of mine. A guy that has helped me fit in throughout my first experiences in a foreign world. A guy that has appreciated who I am and what I do and has remained a friend of mine over the years besides distance and time. It was good meeting an old pal.
I was treated with a fantastic basketball game as a welcome gift. It is crazy how good people are at sports around here at all levels. Although I may in general not sympathize with the reckless waste of time and body with sports, it's hard not to admire the dedication and deserved achievements some people get to.
By 10 at night I was at my new home. I can't even begin to describe the beauty and serenity of the view from the bay. Duxbury, my new address, is on the south shore of Boston. Famous for it's wealthy residents and endless party life, it sounds like the perfect place to be during the summer. I didn't have much time to enjoy the view as it was already getting late and after travelling for close to 20 hours I was ready for a rest.
The morning came with another pleasant surprise. The people in the main house were so naturally warm and helping that I felt very welcome and comfortable. It was just a natural reaction for them to get on with their day by joking around and having a laugh, truely enjoying life. Even though I knew them from before, I was amazed that our relationship was back to what it was 7 years ago, without skipping a beat.
Even more so was I surprised when the same shiny personality greeted me everywhere I went. My new work place, the shopping centre, the gas station. Wherever I entered, I was greeted by warmth and good heartedness. I really like this because that warmth is all I need to allow me to get out of my shell and return the good intentions. It's nice and easy to live a life of joy all the time :) I had memories of people here being very warm from my school years and ever since I wondered if that was just a glorified memory and if it wasn't just a college experience. To my surprise I get the impression now that my experiences weren't a rarity but rather the norm around these parts. I guess it only makes sense - life is so much easier when instead of sizing the people around you as potential criminals you take them as your family and try to have as much fun with everyone as possible, regardless of the situation.
In that spirit, the weekend was a fantastic experience. It was a constant party, where the house was filled with kids and adults from all our neighbours and the good times rolled from the early morning, way into the late night around a fire. Add to that a swimming pool, a gorgeous weather and a few beers and you have the makings of one of these moments of life you remember for the peaceful comfort only higher planes of existence promise.
On the Saturday, like some sort of sign, there was a wonder of nature to enjoy. The sky was torn by tens if not hundreds of meteorites, the biggest of which leaving a bright trail, measuring at least a quarter of the sky. It was an amazing display of lights under the clear, summer sky, which I'm sure to remember as one of those wonders that happen once in a hundred years and you can't help but feel lucky to add to your memories of beautiful things in life.
On the tedious side of things, I had to rebuild my life here. I've been shopping every day after work since I came here. Food, kitchenware, furnishing, bathroom things, etc, etc, etc. There is always more things I can't live without :). It's a good surprise to see that most things here are actually cheaper (sometimes by little, sometimes by lots) than in Australia - it only makes shopping easier. Another bonus is that most shops are opened pretty much any time I've tried to get to them. This never ending shopping spree seems to finally be quieting down. Both because I probably have everything a shop can offer as well as having spent all the money I had. I'm down to my last dollar now. At least food shopping was one of the first things on my list so I won't die of starvation. I'll have to be patient until my first cheque now.
I also had to do all the official things - organize my social security number, open a bank account, get a sim card for my phone here and so on. I think I've handled most of the services that make you a human here by now.
Ok, ok. There is also work here. Going from 9 to 5 (and later), building a new site from scratch pretty much on my own (I had no idea that's what it will turn out to be), working with 5 other people working on all the websites here (at least three of them). Still trying to get a handle of everything, especially when it seems like there has never been a clear direction of where things are going and no real management of how projects progress.
The project I'm working on seems quite interesting and with all my previous experience I should have an initial prototype knocked up pretty quickly. If all goes to plan, it may become one of the biggest online databases of its kind on the Internet. The existing site already has the visitors to be a good launching pad.
Ok, so that's it for now. I'm alright and happy and I hope so are you :)
I was met at the airport by a dear friend of mine. A guy that has helped me fit in throughout my first experiences in a foreign world. A guy that has appreciated who I am and what I do and has remained a friend of mine over the years besides distance and time. It was good meeting an old pal.
I was treated with a fantastic basketball game as a welcome gift. It is crazy how good people are at sports around here at all levels. Although I may in general not sympathize with the reckless waste of time and body with sports, it's hard not to admire the dedication and deserved achievements some people get to.
By 10 at night I was at my new home. I can't even begin to describe the beauty and serenity of the view from the bay. Duxbury, my new address, is on the south shore of Boston. Famous for it's wealthy residents and endless party life, it sounds like the perfect place to be during the summer. I didn't have much time to enjoy the view as it was already getting late and after travelling for close to 20 hours I was ready for a rest.
The morning came with another pleasant surprise. The people in the main house were so naturally warm and helping that I felt very welcome and comfortable. It was just a natural reaction for them to get on with their day by joking around and having a laugh, truely enjoying life. Even though I knew them from before, I was amazed that our relationship was back to what it was 7 years ago, without skipping a beat.
Even more so was I surprised when the same shiny personality greeted me everywhere I went. My new work place, the shopping centre, the gas station. Wherever I entered, I was greeted by warmth and good heartedness. I really like this because that warmth is all I need to allow me to get out of my shell and return the good intentions. It's nice and easy to live a life of joy all the time :) I had memories of people here being very warm from my school years and ever since I wondered if that was just a glorified memory and if it wasn't just a college experience. To my surprise I get the impression now that my experiences weren't a rarity but rather the norm around these parts. I guess it only makes sense - life is so much easier when instead of sizing the people around you as potential criminals you take them as your family and try to have as much fun with everyone as possible, regardless of the situation.
In that spirit, the weekend was a fantastic experience. It was a constant party, where the house was filled with kids and adults from all our neighbours and the good times rolled from the early morning, way into the late night around a fire. Add to that a swimming pool, a gorgeous weather and a few beers and you have the makings of one of these moments of life you remember for the peaceful comfort only higher planes of existence promise.
On the Saturday, like some sort of sign, there was a wonder of nature to enjoy. The sky was torn by tens if not hundreds of meteorites, the biggest of which leaving a bright trail, measuring at least a quarter of the sky. It was an amazing display of lights under the clear, summer sky, which I'm sure to remember as one of those wonders that happen once in a hundred years and you can't help but feel lucky to add to your memories of beautiful things in life.
On the tedious side of things, I had to rebuild my life here. I've been shopping every day after work since I came here. Food, kitchenware, furnishing, bathroom things, etc, etc, etc. There is always more things I can't live without :). It's a good surprise to see that most things here are actually cheaper (sometimes by little, sometimes by lots) than in Australia - it only makes shopping easier. Another bonus is that most shops are opened pretty much any time I've tried to get to them. This never ending shopping spree seems to finally be quieting down. Both because I probably have everything a shop can offer as well as having spent all the money I had. I'm down to my last dollar now. At least food shopping was one of the first things on my list so I won't die of starvation. I'll have to be patient until my first cheque now.
I also had to do all the official things - organize my social security number, open a bank account, get a sim card for my phone here and so on. I think I've handled most of the services that make you a human here by now.
Ok, ok. There is also work here. Going from 9 to 5 (and later), building a new site from scratch pretty much on my own (I had no idea that's what it will turn out to be), working with 5 other people working on all the websites here (at least three of them). Still trying to get a handle of everything, especially when it seems like there has never been a clear direction of where things are going and no real management of how projects progress.
The project I'm working on seems quite interesting and with all my previous experience I should have an initial prototype knocked up pretty quickly. If all goes to plan, it may become one of the biggest online databases of its kind on the Internet. The existing site already has the visitors to be a good launching pad.
Ok, so that's it for now. I'm alright and happy and I hope so are you :)
Saturday, August 11, 2007
If you're going to San Francisco ...
Well, well, well dear readers,
Here is my story about a long flight and a short day at San Francisco.
First things first. I was lucky with my flight. Flew Air New Zealand from Adelaide to Auckland and then from Auckland to San Francisco. On the first flight, there was only one person next to me, and he got upgraded to first class, so I had two seats for myself for the full 9 hours. I had only a short stay at Auckland's airport (less than an hour). And then onto another 12 hour or so flight. Luck strikes back, the flight was almost empty, so I get moved next to an empty seat. That made the long flight so much easier :).
Then there is San Francisco. After a bit of a confusion with the shuttle to my hotel, I finally get there at close to 3 and had to get a taxi to the city to make my Alcatraz cruise on time at 3:20. I'm so happy I made it. Got there at the last possible moment, yet just in time to get to one of the legendary attractions of the city.
Alcatraz was great. I didn't realise that, but the island has a history, which spans much more time than just its story as a prison. It used to be a military garrison, and then military prison. It also houses one of the original light houses for SF, which is quite impressive and is still used today. It used to be a prison for only 60 years or so until the 60s, when it was decommissioned. The island is pretty big, with a whole bunch of historical buildings scattered around as a proof of its rich history. There are also amazing gardens on the island, grown by the prisoners under the warden's supervision. The island has one of the most breathtaking view in the world. West - golden gate bridge; South - San Francisco's downtown skyscraper skyline; East - another fantastic bridge, split in two by a small island; North - the ocean and another peninsular in the distance. All in all, makes you wish you could live there. Then in the back of my head creeps in the thought of what it must have been for the prisoners there, having this great view, and being so close to the greatest of civilization, yet so far away from it. The prison itself is quite morbid. It was the largest steel & concrete building in the world when it was first built. It looks solid and lifeless like the rock it sits on. The prisoner cells were tiny and bare. I never could understand what's so bad about prison - you get a quiet place for yourself and you get free food and place to sleep. Not until I saw the actual conditions of Alcatraz. Maximum security prison really didn't look like such a free ride after all. Four rows of 3x2m cells in three stories. And then there is "D" block. The tough guys got a special treatment of complete isolation. Half the cells there are completely bare and with no light. That was the home for some of the most famous prisoners like Al Capone.
The island tour took about two and a half hours. Never would have thought there would be so much to see - it was pretty amazing. After that, it was free program. Went up through the Fisherman's Wharf, which has some really nice shops and restaurants. Had a local, fresh seafood sandwich from the street and it was the tastiest seafood meal I've ever had. Then, went for a climb up the steep streets where the cable cars go. It was quite a bit of a hike. I walked up for only 4-5 blocks, but at 40 degrees incline or so, it gets up puffed out. I was pretty much just walking around aimlessly without a clue where I came from and where I was going to, so I was pleasantly surprised when I found myself looking at the crazy, winding street in San Fran. You know the one, from the movies. It was so pretty. It's full with flower gardens and the pavement is brand new.
Next stop was was downtown. On the way there, I went down Columbus St., which was like little Italy, but very, very long going all the way from the beach to downtown. The sky scrapers in the city were pretty cool. Some of them so tall, their tops were in the clouds ... literally. I had a few hours walking around there (half enjoying the sights and the walk, half searching for how to get to my hotel). My journey ended on the "BART" - an underground railway (like a subway) going out of the city in pretty much any direction for hundreds of kilometers. God knows how and when they built that, but it's mighty convenient and really fast.
I didn't have much time on the next morning for anything more than to get to my flight. I was "lucky" enough to be "randomly" selected for additional "screening", so that was a blast ... On US airports, you are not allowed any liquids and you have to take your shoes off when going through the security. On top of that, I had to go to this weird blowing machine and also had to empty my backpack. I can't describe how "exciting" that was. Meh, at least somehow I ended up being upgraded to "Economy Extra" class, with the extra 2 inches of legroom or something, which I didn't need anyway. I felt bad. I felt like swapping with someone that needed it, but I didn't.
6 hours or so later, I was in Boston. I was met at the airport, went to see a basketball game and got to my new home.
next week ... Boston :)
Here is my story about a long flight and a short day at San Francisco.
First things first. I was lucky with my flight. Flew Air New Zealand from Adelaide to Auckland and then from Auckland to San Francisco. On the first flight, there was only one person next to me, and he got upgraded to first class, so I had two seats for myself for the full 9 hours. I had only a short stay at Auckland's airport (less than an hour). And then onto another 12 hour or so flight. Luck strikes back, the flight was almost empty, so I get moved next to an empty seat. That made the long flight so much easier :).
Then there is San Francisco. After a bit of a confusion with the shuttle to my hotel, I finally get there at close to 3 and had to get a taxi to the city to make my Alcatraz cruise on time at 3:20. I'm so happy I made it. Got there at the last possible moment, yet just in time to get to one of the legendary attractions of the city.
Alcatraz was great. I didn't realise that, but the island has a history, which spans much more time than just its story as a prison. It used to be a military garrison, and then military prison. It also houses one of the original light houses for SF, which is quite impressive and is still used today. It used to be a prison for only 60 years or so until the 60s, when it was decommissioned. The island is pretty big, with a whole bunch of historical buildings scattered around as a proof of its rich history. There are also amazing gardens on the island, grown by the prisoners under the warden's supervision. The island has one of the most breathtaking view in the world. West - golden gate bridge; South - San Francisco's downtown skyscraper skyline; East - another fantastic bridge, split in two by a small island; North - the ocean and another peninsular in the distance. All in all, makes you wish you could live there. Then in the back of my head creeps in the thought of what it must have been for the prisoners there, having this great view, and being so close to the greatest of civilization, yet so far away from it. The prison itself is quite morbid. It was the largest steel & concrete building in the world when it was first built. It looks solid and lifeless like the rock it sits on. The prisoner cells were tiny and bare. I never could understand what's so bad about prison - you get a quiet place for yourself and you get free food and place to sleep. Not until I saw the actual conditions of Alcatraz. Maximum security prison really didn't look like such a free ride after all. Four rows of 3x2m cells in three stories. And then there is "D" block. The tough guys got a special treatment of complete isolation. Half the cells there are completely bare and with no light. That was the home for some of the most famous prisoners like Al Capone.
The island tour took about two and a half hours. Never would have thought there would be so much to see - it was pretty amazing. After that, it was free program. Went up through the Fisherman's Wharf, which has some really nice shops and restaurants. Had a local, fresh seafood sandwich from the street and it was the tastiest seafood meal I've ever had. Then, went for a climb up the steep streets where the cable cars go. It was quite a bit of a hike. I walked up for only 4-5 blocks, but at 40 degrees incline or so, it gets up puffed out. I was pretty much just walking around aimlessly without a clue where I came from and where I was going to, so I was pleasantly surprised when I found myself looking at the crazy, winding street in San Fran. You know the one, from the movies. It was so pretty. It's full with flower gardens and the pavement is brand new.
Next stop was was downtown. On the way there, I went down Columbus St., which was like little Italy, but very, very long going all the way from the beach to downtown. The sky scrapers in the city were pretty cool. Some of them so tall, their tops were in the clouds ... literally. I had a few hours walking around there (half enjoying the sights and the walk, half searching for how to get to my hotel). My journey ended on the "BART" - an underground railway (like a subway) going out of the city in pretty much any direction for hundreds of kilometers. God knows how and when they built that, but it's mighty convenient and really fast.
I didn't have much time on the next morning for anything more than to get to my flight. I was "lucky" enough to be "randomly" selected for additional "screening", so that was a blast ... On US airports, you are not allowed any liquids and you have to take your shoes off when going through the security. On top of that, I had to go to this weird blowing machine and also had to empty my backpack. I can't describe how "exciting" that was. Meh, at least somehow I ended up being upgraded to "Economy Extra" class, with the extra 2 inches of legroom or something, which I didn't need anyway. I felt bad. I felt like swapping with someone that needed it, but I didn't.
6 hours or so later, I was in Boston. I was met at the airport, went to see a basketball game and got to my new home.
next week ... Boston :)
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Queensland
mmmm, nice.
But before we get there - the journey. It was my first time in Graham's new airoplane. It's identical to his old one, same model and same internals and externals, except it's built in a later year. For all I could tell, it was the same thing with a new paint job ... Anyway, we packed everything in, which was a big effort, having in mind there were presents and of course my computer. The early hour didn't help either. It's not easy for anyone to operate before 9ish ... we were at the airport at 6am. Enough said on that - I don't want to remember it.
Then, there was the flight. We had a stop in the middle for a refill. The flight in total takes about 6 hours. We were lucky for the first part as we had very strong tail wind and were travelling about a quarter faster than usual so the first leg of the trip took 2:20 instead of 3 hours. There was something to be desired for the second part though. I slept for about 5 of the six hours of the flight, but the last half hour was particularly bad. There were lots of air bubbles, cross winds and all kinds of other nasties to keep you on your toes, including one sudden drop of about 20m freefall through an air bubble, which send us flying, held only by the seatbelts and the luggage landed straight on the roof of the plane. Quite an experience actually - best rollercoaster I've ever been in. Although this experience is far from turning me off from flying, it will remain as a tale of caution of what could go wrong. I'm really glad the flight didn't go on for 5 more minutes, because I cannot begin to imagine what my awakened internal decorator would have done with the place, adding unique colours and smells to the place. You get the idea. The good thing is that I did survive, without loosing my dignity and I was as good as new 5 minutes after we hit solid ground.
If you haven't been to Queensland, one thing that hits you (besides the hot wave of humid air) is how alive it is. There are millions of expressions of life. For the time it took to unload and get the car (20 mins or so), there were different creatures on 4 of the bags. Quite an effort if you ask me. Don't even get me started on how I'm typing this with a monitor, that's covered with little flying thingies of all sorts.
The drive from the airport was somewhat of a nightmare as well. Nothing special as far as nightmares go - just very, very hot. Swimming is usually not a bad thing, unless it's in your own bodily fluids. I guess I had one of the less offencive ones .. just ordinary sweat, but still.
Fortunately, things just got better from there. Lounging around generally wasting time and place and swimming were the majority of the occupational hazards. Nice hotel, beautiful view, apparently the biggest public swimming pool in the southern hemisphere, nice weather ... what else could I ask for?
me tired. Christmass tomorrow. Merry christmass everyone. me goes to bed before it turns into a pumpkin for being on this post on christmass
But before we get there - the journey. It was my first time in Graham's new airoplane. It's identical to his old one, same model and same internals and externals, except it's built in a later year. For all I could tell, it was the same thing with a new paint job ... Anyway, we packed everything in, which was a big effort, having in mind there were presents and of course my computer. The early hour didn't help either. It's not easy for anyone to operate before 9ish ... we were at the airport at 6am. Enough said on that - I don't want to remember it.
Then, there was the flight. We had a stop in the middle for a refill. The flight in total takes about 6 hours. We were lucky for the first part as we had very strong tail wind and were travelling about a quarter faster than usual so the first leg of the trip took 2:20 instead of 3 hours. There was something to be desired for the second part though. I slept for about 5 of the six hours of the flight, but the last half hour was particularly bad. There were lots of air bubbles, cross winds and all kinds of other nasties to keep you on your toes, including one sudden drop of about 20m freefall through an air bubble, which send us flying, held only by the seatbelts and the luggage landed straight on the roof of the plane. Quite an experience actually - best rollercoaster I've ever been in. Although this experience is far from turning me off from flying, it will remain as a tale of caution of what could go wrong. I'm really glad the flight didn't go on for 5 more minutes, because I cannot begin to imagine what my awakened internal decorator would have done with the place, adding unique colours and smells to the place. You get the idea. The good thing is that I did survive, without loosing my dignity and I was as good as new 5 minutes after we hit solid ground.
If you haven't been to Queensland, one thing that hits you (besides the hot wave of humid air) is how alive it is. There are millions of expressions of life. For the time it took to unload and get the car (20 mins or so), there were different creatures on 4 of the bags. Quite an effort if you ask me. Don't even get me started on how I'm typing this with a monitor, that's covered with little flying thingies of all sorts.
The drive from the airport was somewhat of a nightmare as well. Nothing special as far as nightmares go - just very, very hot. Swimming is usually not a bad thing, unless it's in your own bodily fluids. I guess I had one of the less offencive ones .. just ordinary sweat, but still.
Fortunately, things just got better from there. Lounging around generally wasting time and place and swimming were the majority of the occupational hazards. Nice hotel, beautiful view, apparently the biggest public swimming pool in the southern hemisphere, nice weather ... what else could I ask for?
me tired. Christmass tomorrow. Merry christmass everyone. me goes to bed before it turns into a pumpkin for being on this post on christmass
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