Yes. I'm packing my bags again. This time I'll have to put in an outfit for a wedding, some camping gear, my passport and my hiking boots.
I'm flying down to Melbourne to meet up with my Professor (he's been staying with his folks over Chrissy) and we're off to see one of his school friends get hitched. Then we hop on a plane to New Zealand where we will be camping around the south island for a few weeks. Am very excited; -Love NZ -Love camping -Love my Professor.
I'll be back on the 26th of January, Australia Day,
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Monday, January 03, 2005
And I'm back...
As predicted, the week up in Hawk’s Nest was overbrimming with laziness, silliness and merriness. I did not, however, foresee the snottiness, the sore-throatedness, the achiness, the coughiness and the gentle but ever present whinginess.
Yes, the only dampener on the seven days we spent lounging around the small beach town was the apparently contagious little bug we shared. Despite the husky voices and coughing symphonies, we had a great week of cooking, 500’s, beach days and fishing days, late nights on the balcony with beers and a constant sound track of great music from the few new iPods that joined the group over Chrissy.
The New Year was rang in from our little beach house with much whooping, dancing and reckless kissing of fellow revellers after the 12 course, 8 hour meal we devised between us. We then spent the first of January nursing our colds and hangovers on the beautiful white beach down the road.
Hooray for 2005! May it be a vast improvement on it’s shabby sneaky cruel predecessor…