Scrubbed, plucked, waxed and polished
Trip Start
Nov 15, 2008
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Trip End
Feb 28, 2009
Adelaide,
South Australia,
Australia
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I'm off to the beach again now (being careful to avoid the sharks), you're not going to get the usual highbrow cultural discourse while I'm here, I'm basically going to spend a few days eating and drinking with Lizzie's family (who are brilliant) (and Lizzie is trying to marry me off to a local so that I'll stay here), then I'm off to Sydney on New Year's Eve. And I've hired a camper van to drive around the South Island in New Zealand for 19 days from Jan 4th, which I'm really excited about, check it out http://72.34.55.34/thrifty.php
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I may be all scrubbed up but my bum is bitten to bits and it wasn't Father Christmas, he must be way to hot over here in his red suit to do any biting. We spent a balmy Christmas Eve by the BBQ and the mosquitos decided on some English meat, rare! I managed to avoid them quite well in Asia but the Aussie Mosies are just plain vicious. Luckily I woke up to a day of food and family (Lizzie's) galore on Christmas day and I am now a convert to Australian wine, I never thought I'd say that. Lizzie's sister and her Greek husband have a huge place up in the hills so there were 3 BBQs, ok clearly I didn't eat anything on them, but you gotta admire the Australian dedication to barbecuing (unless your 2 year old wanders up to the "Webber" and grabs it, poor Louis, he's a super trooper), salads, all the usual goodness and Baclava too. Lizzie's sister's place also has citrus trees, olives, vines for their own wine, herbs, honey, Lamas and wild Koalas roaming the trees in their garden. Yeah, it's alright.
xxThe photos tell the story of my adventures in Adelaide and tomorrow I'm going on a day trip to Kangaroo Island so there'll be plenty more beautiful photos. People I talk to, and friends before I left, said I'm going to have the most amazing time and "you must be having the time of your life". I am me wherever I am, being away is wonderful, not going to work is a dream, but travelling can be mundane and involve lots of sitting and waiting and discomfort, like mosquito bites on my bum. The joy comes from tiny moments of clarity, seeing a long windswept beach and suddenly releasing a little tension that I didn't even know was there, before turning and getting on with whatever I was doing. xx
