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Sunday, 30 September 2007 |
So i flew, with wings not mine, hopped and skipped over the tasman on a jolly, turbulent flight.
SO it was, So it is,
The queues at Sydney were unbelievable, waitin' for customs, and my shoulders alternated between feeling numb and
feeling twisted and agonised. Arghhhh.
In the wait, it was quite the thing to see all the kids band together to cheer one another up, when babies were
crying, other children ran up and waved finger puppets or toys or just poked out their tongues. The wee baby boy in
front of me realised he actually had a tongue, and proceeded to hang upside down, cross-eyed and blue in the face,
holding on to it with grim determination. was highly amusing, and when he saw i was entertained he grinned widely,
but still holding on, so this length of dribble descended toward the floor.
Have been staying at Rod and Lee's, and good gosh, I feel Very Spoiled. One thing that happens when you are
flatting, flat-out busy, and flat-out cycling, is that you don't get many opportunities for someone to take care of
you. It's been delicious. I love it. Lee and I went out to all the Paramatta historic places today, me saving a
grand total of money because of my Historic Places membership....and absorbed the convict/colonial atmosphere, as
well as a tour of my dad's schooling years at James Ruse. Funny funny. Lee's a mine of family information, and great
for a cackle. We raided the garden afterward for sage to ease my aching throat...
Frolicked around the botantic gardens and a random Yum Cha place with Mr Andy-pants Smith, twas spiffing. We took
exceedingly scenic routes throughout the gardens and were fascinated by the lack of any plants in the 'Endagered
Plants' section (perhaps they were gardening metaphorically)....stared at the hanging flying foxes fanning
themselves in the heat.
Now I'm up in the mounts, chugged up here on a choo-choo, which sure beats sticking it out on the traffic ridden
roads. Have been seeing Grandma and visiting all the spring gardens full of tulips and daffodils. Marvellous! But I
heard that one guy used half a tonne of blood and bone on his tulips, erkkk.
Right. Check out the gallery for photos, otherwise, I'm off to write postcards...
Signed, Louise on Holiday.
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