We still call Australia home
Trip Start Jan 08, 2005
135Trip End Ongoing
We did manage to get out safely and unfortunately one of our meals was Maccy D's Filet-o-Fish and the others from another Indian fast food chain just behind it that happened to make edible sandwiches but non-edible pizzas.
David perked up as we boarded the plane and the Flight Attendants were fantastic. Friendly and helpful. It was great. We were on our way home albeit for the wrong reasons but we were nearly there.
A few movies later we were in the fabulous Changi Airport in Singapore where we made use of their free internet facilities and a wonder round the shiny shops. In no time we were in Sydney and into the weeping arms of David's Mum.
Later that day we went off to the doctor to see how David was progressing. No sooner had we uttered the words Hepatitis E than the old codger held up his hands and had us out the door and driving over to the infectious diseases section at the Royal North Shore Hospital. Hours later we came out smiling. He was on the mend. Food and doing nothing was the prescription. He's good at that.
I caught up with my brother and his family who have all grown up so much since I last saw them. I haven't been to Sydney for three years and even then it was only for two days so I didn't see much. Before that 2000 was the last time I saw anything of the city. It's changed lots in the suburbs. More people, loads of ugly new huge houses (I believe some people refer to them as McMansions) and more traffic. I do love the sounds of the bush though. Kookaburras, Magpies, Possums, Cockys, Parakeets and much much more. There is a family of Kookaburras that used to laugh at 5am every morning and wake me up. They're still there.
I also caught up with my very close friend Midori and her faithful canine sidekick, Freckle. I had aspirations of reducing my storage by half and saving myself $AU500 a year, but of course that never happened. I got there, took a look and shut the door again. It's an awesome challenge which I didn't have time for this trip.
David was doing fine. Eating like a horse and lots of the pre scripted doing-nothing, so I thought I'd leave him to it and go off to visit my Mum and Dad.
Everything you could want is close to hand here in the so-called 'civilized' world. Shopping malls with everything. Corner shops with almost everything. The streets are clean. It's organised. Someone comes to pick up your garbage on the same day every week. All you have to do is put the correct coloured bin out on the side of the road and viola, it's gone!! So much is taken for granted. Ok, you pay a lot for it but it's there if you want to use it.
I love travelling but I know, there in the back of my mind that one day I can be home, in a nice comfy, clean bed where I can sleep all day if I want to and not have to check-out at 9am, or be worried about bedbugs, or which place looks the safest to eat or where I can string my washing line. I enjoy living in the western world and consider myself extremely lucky to have been able to see as much as I've seen so far.