No, I haven't been converted, and no I haven't shaved my head. I spent a brilliant week in the Dandenong ranges at the Kadampa Cetre in Monbulk with beautiful views out over the bushland and the valley.
It didn't really count as work, most of it. Admittedly, the first day we (myself and another working visitor, Rachel) had to clean and wash a garage, but we soon discovered that was so that there could be a garage sale held in it the next weekend. So this Saturday they're holding a big community open day which we helped to get ready for. We spent at least a day and a half playing, I mean working hard at making pinjatas for the Kids' section of the open day. We also made Pass the Parcel parcels and drew elephants and donkeys for Pin the Trunk/Tail on the respective animal. Other jobs including weeding out sycamore saplings - apparently they're a weed over here, and tidying and making up rooms for another event, a Meditation Retreat Weekend, which was held whilst we were there. And as a working visitor, not only was I treated to a bed and 3 delicious meals a day free of charge, I also got to attend any teachings or meditations I liked. Those included a teaching on Phillip Island (I didn't see any penguins) on Emptiness and another at the centre on Love, a meditation and prayer session which I could have attended everyday had I thought my poor behind could cope with it! and the Weekend Meditation Retreat which was incredibly relaxing. Also free of charge I got to have lots of discussions and debates with real live monks, which was great fun. On the subject of monks, they're not at all what you think they'd be like; they know about things like music and windsurfing and use phrases like "she had the hots for him". Plus they're always happy and smiling so they are really very easy to get along with for a week. In fact, by the end of the week i was sad to be leaving - i had definitely become attached to the place and the people. (A little Buddhist humour for you there...)
So then it was back to Melbourne, which incidentally turned out to be quite nice. I should tell you know that when I first arrived in Melbourne after New Zealand I absolutely hated it. The place was horrible, the streets were crowded and dirty and it was the last place in the world I wanted to be. And it smelled funny. The second time I got to Melbourne, after Adelaide, it had changed a little for the better - now it had some nice buildings and parks and the weather had improved. When I arrived back for the third time, I liked it there. I spent three days exploring the free touristy things and taking advantage of the free wine and cheese which my hostel offered on Tuesday night and I even got to meet up with some old faces from NZ. Then I got on a night bus to Sydney, which was an interesting experience. The driver told me he would dance at my wedding for untangling his headphones for him. I took him up on the offer but I think he gave me a false name to send the invitation to...
So now I'm in Sydney. I did lots of walking yesterday along the water's edge around the harbour which is actually quite a long way and ended up hurting my knee somehow. Now I have to walk much slower but thankfully I did all the really difficult bits that first day. I took about a billion pictures of the Sydney Opera House from every single angle, I walked over the Harbour bridge and round to Lavender Bay where I picked some lavender and then walked back round to the bridge and over it. I walked round the botanical gardens and walked to Mrs Macquarie's point where Mrs Macquarie's chair is and I waled back to Hyde park where my hostel is. that is not to mention all the walking I did on arrival from the central station to the hostel with my backpack and also another girl who I think was German who followed me to my hostel then told me that she didn't know where her hostel was. So we walked to find that one then I walked back and checked in. Then I did all the walking I was talking about before. Today I did a bit more of the walking thing, which by now I've got down to a real art, apart from the dodgy knee, and looked in several museums and galleries and cultural type things. Tomorrow I will be heading to Darling Harbour to the National Maritime Museum (they have them everywhere and it's free and my sister's Godmother's husband works for one or something...) and to Paddy's markets and probably back to the botanic gardens for some sunbathing as the weather here at the moment is glorious! :)
Well, you can tell I'm on paid for internet time now can't you?! Hope you appreciate the limited content and forgive the lack of quantity...
Much love,
Em
Friday, 26 March 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
Back to the original plan...
When I left New Zealand I had a new plan. That was to go to Melbourne with a view to getting a job for a month before moving on to Sydney and back up the East Coast. My orginal plan was to get on a plane to Adelaide the very next day to spend a couple of days with a friend of my mother's from university. Which is what I did. And then, when I discovered how much I like it here, I postponed my flight out for another week. That week is now coming to a close and I will be returning to Melbourne tomorrow.
I arrived in Adelaide about midday and having found my way to MPH architects I dropped off my rucksack at my mum's friend's husband's work and went out to explore the area. The first thing I noticed was a very large, multicoloured inflatable structure in the park over the road. Naturally, being attracted by bright colours and things which look like bouncy castles, I investigated further. It cost me $2 to investigate fully and what I discovered was bizarre. Amococo: what I imagine being inside the circulatory system is like. It turned out that I had chosen to come to Adelaide at the best time the year. They call it "Mad March" because every single annual event which occurs in Adelaide, happens to occur over March, and more specfically the weekend which I was here for. I'll run through a list of things which ha been going on while I've been here to give you a sense of the hub-bub around town at the minute; The Adelaide Festival, The Adelaide Fringe Festival, Writers' Week, The Street Theatre Festival, WOMADelaide, The Adelaide Cup and of course The Clipsal 500 Adelaide V8 Supercar race.
Quite happy to avoid some of the madness for a while, I chose to spend my first day at the beach. Glenelg beach, in fact. Some of you will know that Glenelg is a small Scottish town opposite the Isle of Skye and made famous (a little bit) by its appearance in Made of Honour. This Glenelg isn't like that, it's very touristy - but quite fun. And it has a tram service all the way into town. That evening I tagged along with Helen's son Callum and a couple of his friends to one of the Fringe shows; Violet Rapscallion. It was an amateur cabaret production and really good fun to watch. The music, all written by another of Callum's friends and was brilliant and lyrically very witty. On the Thursday I was introduced to Helen's daughter Jess who showed me round the Central Markets and to one of the lesser known galleries which had some of her friend's photography on display. We headed down to the river to see what was going on at Writers' Week and ended up listening to a couple of authors which was all very interesting.
Friday was the beginning of WOMAD which I had managed to secure a 3day pass for. I won't list all the bands and artists I saw but for those of you who are interested and have either the time and or the inclination, these might be worth looking having a look at; YAMATO, Mamadou Diabate, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, Babylon Circus, Grrilla Step, Fyah Walk, The Cholmondeleys & The Featherstonehaughs. It's a festival of World Music, Arts and Dance so these are all quite different but nevertheless, interesting and possibly something you'd never have thought to seek out.
Ready for another break from the festival fun, I headed to Cleland Wildlife Park to spot myself a couple of koalas and to cuddle a kangaroo. I did both of these and saw plenty of other animals too :) Now at least I can return home safe in the knowledge that I haven't missed any of the natives! From Cleland I climbed up the hill to Mount Lofty to admire the views. Naturally, it was cloudy - but still, I could see out to the coast and all of the city stretching out below me.
I couldn't keep out of the city for long though and yesterday saw me seek out a more cultural exerience in the form of the South Australian Museum and the Art Gallery of South Australia. I learnt a lot about Aboriginal art and the stories behind it, which are just fascinating!
Today I ventured into Stirling, one of the small towns in the Adelaide Hills where I have been staying. Following that I made use of the public transport and went into the city to meet up with one of the girls who I travelled with in New Zealand. She's been busy going to lots of theatre productions and she had even auditioned for one of the plays which is on at the Fringe!
So tomorrow I'm back to Melbourne. I'll admit that my first impressions of the city weren't brilliant but I will give it a second chance - though not for another week as on Sunday I will be taking myself off to the Kadampa Meditation Centre - a Buddhist retreat just outside Melbourne. This may come as a surprise to some of you who know about my aversion to Buddhism, but there we go, I'll face my fear. And who knows? - maybe I'll come out converted!
I arrived in Adelaide about midday and having found my way to MPH architects I dropped off my rucksack at my mum's friend's husband's work and went out to explore the area. The first thing I noticed was a very large, multicoloured inflatable structure in the park over the road. Naturally, being attracted by bright colours and things which look like bouncy castles, I investigated further. It cost me $2 to investigate fully and what I discovered was bizarre. Amococo: what I imagine being inside the circulatory system is like. It turned out that I had chosen to come to Adelaide at the best time the year. They call it "Mad March" because every single annual event which occurs in Adelaide, happens to occur over March, and more specfically the weekend which I was here for. I'll run through a list of things which ha been going on while I've been here to give you a sense of the hub-bub around town at the minute; The Adelaide Festival, The Adelaide Fringe Festival, Writers' Week, The Street Theatre Festival, WOMADelaide, The Adelaide Cup and of course The Clipsal 500 Adelaide V8 Supercar race.
Quite happy to avoid some of the madness for a while, I chose to spend my first day at the beach. Glenelg beach, in fact. Some of you will know that Glenelg is a small Scottish town opposite the Isle of Skye and made famous (a little bit) by its appearance in Made of Honour. This Glenelg isn't like that, it's very touristy - but quite fun. And it has a tram service all the way into town. That evening I tagged along with Helen's son Callum and a couple of his friends to one of the Fringe shows; Violet Rapscallion. It was an amateur cabaret production and really good fun to watch. The music, all written by another of Callum's friends and was brilliant and lyrically very witty. On the Thursday I was introduced to Helen's daughter Jess who showed me round the Central Markets and to one of the lesser known galleries which had some of her friend's photography on display. We headed down to the river to see what was going on at Writers' Week and ended up listening to a couple of authors which was all very interesting.
Friday was the beginning of WOMAD which I had managed to secure a 3day pass for. I won't list all the bands and artists I saw but for those of you who are interested and have either the time and or the inclination, these might be worth looking having a look at; YAMATO, Mamadou Diabate, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, Babylon Circus, Grrilla Step, Fyah Walk, The Cholmondeleys & The Featherstonehaughs. It's a festival of World Music, Arts and Dance so these are all quite different but nevertheless, interesting and possibly something you'd never have thought to seek out.
Ready for another break from the festival fun, I headed to Cleland Wildlife Park to spot myself a couple of koalas and to cuddle a kangaroo. I did both of these and saw plenty of other animals too :) Now at least I can return home safe in the knowledge that I haven't missed any of the natives! From Cleland I climbed up the hill to Mount Lofty to admire the views. Naturally, it was cloudy - but still, I could see out to the coast and all of the city stretching out below me.
I couldn't keep out of the city for long though and yesterday saw me seek out a more cultural exerience in the form of the South Australian Museum and the Art Gallery of South Australia. I learnt a lot about Aboriginal art and the stories behind it, which are just fascinating!
Today I ventured into Stirling, one of the small towns in the Adelaide Hills where I have been staying. Following that I made use of the public transport and went into the city to meet up with one of the girls who I travelled with in New Zealand. She's been busy going to lots of theatre productions and she had even auditioned for one of the plays which is on at the Fringe!
So tomorrow I'm back to Melbourne. I'll admit that my first impressions of the city weren't brilliant but I will give it a second chance - though not for another week as on Sunday I will be taking myself off to the Kadampa Meditation Centre - a Buddhist retreat just outside Melbourne. This may come as a surprise to some of you who know about my aversion to Buddhism, but there we go, I'll face my fear. And who knows? - maybe I'll come out converted!
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Te Waka-a-Maui
I lost my hat on the ferry :( it was particularly blusterous on the deck and my hat was not securely fastened enough...
However, once I was off the ferry and onto the canoe (sorry, terrible joke - if it can even be called a joke) things picked up again, I met up with some of the old (but still beautiful) faces and found a couple of new ones too.
Once we had arrived in Nelson and settled into our cottage at Fern Lodge, a couple of my friends and I walked to the Centre of New Zealand. It was very central. We were treated to a real roast dinner complete with Yorkshire Puddings that evening. Nom. The next morning we set off to Westport, a town on the west coast known by the KiwiExperience bus drivers for being the town with the ungliest inhabitants in all of New Zealand. We had thought this was rather unfair until we got there. Suffice to say that it's quite difficult to get to the West Coast which may have diminished the gene pool slightly...
On the way we paused for lunch at Lake Rotoiti where, as I sat innocently making a sandwich, a savage duck crept up on me and literally stole it from me - right out of my hands! It was then mobbed by every other duck on the lake - it just goes to show that everyone gets there comeuppance.
It was here in Westport that I had my first New Zealand night out! Admittedly there was only about one pub so it wasn't a huge one, but it was good fun and it was an initial forming of South Island friendships.
From Westport we travelled down the coast towards our next destination; Lake Mahinipua where we would be spending the night at The Mahinipua Hotel, also known as the Poo Pub. Along the way we stopped for a couple of walks, one of which led us to one of New Zealand's largest seal colonies at Cape Foulwind. This is also New Zealand's closest point to Australia. The second walk led us through a geographical wonder; the Punakaiki Pancake Rocks, which are, to put it simply, rocks which look like stacks of pancakes.
Having arrived at the Poo Pub we wandered down to a beautiful if a little breezy beach to relax for a while before heading back for the group barbeque. This was another case of me eating more than my own weight - people sat at our table watched in disbelief as I polished off an individual quiche, mounds of pasta and salad, roast potatoes, some venison stew and half a steak. I'd like to say it was the fresh air what done it but really I'm like that all the time! Once we'd finished eating we were sent off to prepare for a fancy dress party in the theme of "What I want to be when I grow up". As I didn't have my little mermaid costume with me, I fell back on my insurance fancy dress outfit - the cowgirl. Although there were some particularly odd costumes - mostly everyone looked fantastic with the prize going to 5 of the boys dressed as Tiger Woods and his lady friends. Funnily enough it seemed like lots of the guyswant to be female when they grow up - what is it with boys and cross-dressing?!
Our first stop the next morning (luckily for the majority of the coach who were in the grip of post-merriment trauma - travel time was minimal) was Pukekura, a town with a population of two. It's a surprisingly large town given there are only two inhabitants, included are a cafe, a pub and a museum; The Bushman's Centre. The highlight of which were three possums which you could feed cereal to. These possums were a particular novelty for two reasons. One, they were not road kill. And two, they were not in pies. ("But I don't want to be a pie; I don't like gravy")
Possums are considered pests in New Zealand - natively an Australian creature, they were introduced to the wild in NZ and have been chomping their way through the forests ever since.
From here we headed into Franz Josef, a small town with views of one of the fastest moving glaciers in the world. We spent two nights in Franz Josef - with a night out with the bus drivers for those too lazy to spend 8 hours the next day on the ice. All the bus drivers I had had up to this point had been absolutely hilarious and brilliant fun to hang out with. There are 35 drivers in total and I'd travelled with 6 of them and 3 out of the 5 girls.
Day 6 on the South Island was a long day of travelling, split up thankfully by some some scenic stops. We stopped at Lake Matheson where on a clear day you can see the reflections of the Southern Alps mirrored around you. However, as it wasn't a clear day you could only see the refliections of the trees and some clouds. Still, it made for a nice picture and for the more energetic of us that morning, namely me, it was a gorgeous route for a jog. What?! Excercise? I know, I was almost as surprised as you. We paused again for pictures in front of the Thunder Creek Falls and the icy blue glacial river. This was an opportunity not to be missed by the extreme paddlers and saw plenty of involuntary dismounts into the water. So cold! Passing through the mountains to shelter, we warmed up quickly and soon were at another lake (there are lots of lakes in South Island) ; Lake Wanaka - our stopover point for the night. Having spent a couple of hours down by the lake and wandering round the town, which is predominantly a ski-resort during the winter, not a lot goes on there in summer, we headed back to the hostel for the evening. Sadly, we had to bid one of our party - none other than Tiger Woods himself - goodbye as he would be jumping on a plane to Canada as soon as we reached Queenstown the next day. I should point out that he wasn't just bored of our company, he did in fact have an important interview to get to... I'm almost certain he was telling the truth! :)
The journey to Queenstown was a short one with a couple of compulsory stops along the way. First of all was Puzzling World, which was a bizarre feature but said to be excellent by those who ventured into the Illusion House and maze. Our friend Thierry certainly got his money's worth and spent some hours trying to navigate his way out; the bus nearly left him behind! There was a free option within the cafe - tables and tables filled with puzzles to while away the hours, which meant I could entertain myself without having to be sociable so early in the morning! Soon we were making our way to Kawarau Gorge where Tiger would be completing his final act in New Zealand - a bungy jump! Of course I scorned his mere 42m jump having completed a lofty 47m myself... Once everyone who wanted to had jumped we headed on down to Queenstown for a final group photograph before we all went our seperate ways. Of course this meant a last night out together, with the legendary teapots in the World Bar and Fergburgers to end the night. If you've never heard of a Fergburger then you would be like me before I'd had one - sceptical as to how a burger could be quite so amazing. But let me assure you, despite the size of it - a whole one was literally the size of my head and half was plenty to fill you up - it tasted incredible too and even if you were full after half - you would honestly rather make yourself ill than not finish it...
My second whole day in Queenstown I spent in Glenorchy, famous for its filmworthy scenery. I toured around it on horseback and had all the noteworthy trees and mounds of earth from the Lord of the Rings films pointed out to me. I even got to see where Boromir was shot three times in the chest. This was particularly enlightening as I had previously thought that Boromir got his head chopped off, but there we are, you learn something new every day. But it wasn't all LOTR geekery, oh no. I saw filming spots from the Narnia films and X-Men Origins: Wolverine. In fact my guide in the afternoon had been taking a trek one afternoon while they were filming Wolverine and emerged from the woods, turned a corner and came face to face with Hugh Jackman robed in nothing but a yellow towel. Can't be such a bad job...
The trip from Queenstown to Christchurch was a nightmare - we got on the bus at 8.30am had about 2 hours worth of breaks and got into Christchurch at 4.30pm. Yuck. I spent a couple of hours exploring the town but mostly I had to reorganise my rucksack for jumping on a plane back to Australia the next day. Once I'd eventually got this sorted and had some dinner, one of the girls from the Kiwi bus and I went down to the bar for our complimentary champagne and met an 'interesting' local who'd been asked to leave a cricket game... just as we were about to make our excuses, two of the Irish boys off our bus turned up and were immediately involved in a conversation about Father Ted. Sadly though I had to be up early the next morning and so I excused myself - after a rather emotional phonecall home, and went to bed. I was up at 4 the next morning, heading to Melbourne but thinking about home.
However, once I was off the ferry and onto the canoe (sorry, terrible joke - if it can even be called a joke) things picked up again, I met up with some of the old (but still beautiful) faces and found a couple of new ones too.
Once we had arrived in Nelson and settled into our cottage at Fern Lodge, a couple of my friends and I walked to the Centre of New Zealand. It was very central. We were treated to a real roast dinner complete with Yorkshire Puddings that evening. Nom. The next morning we set off to Westport, a town on the west coast known by the KiwiExperience bus drivers for being the town with the ungliest inhabitants in all of New Zealand. We had thought this was rather unfair until we got there. Suffice to say that it's quite difficult to get to the West Coast which may have diminished the gene pool slightly...
On the way we paused for lunch at Lake Rotoiti where, as I sat innocently making a sandwich, a savage duck crept up on me and literally stole it from me - right out of my hands! It was then mobbed by every other duck on the lake - it just goes to show that everyone gets there comeuppance.
It was here in Westport that I had my first New Zealand night out! Admittedly there was only about one pub so it wasn't a huge one, but it was good fun and it was an initial forming of South Island friendships.
From Westport we travelled down the coast towards our next destination; Lake Mahinipua where we would be spending the night at The Mahinipua Hotel, also known as the Poo Pub. Along the way we stopped for a couple of walks, one of which led us to one of New Zealand's largest seal colonies at Cape Foulwind. This is also New Zealand's closest point to Australia. The second walk led us through a geographical wonder; the Punakaiki Pancake Rocks, which are, to put it simply, rocks which look like stacks of pancakes.
Having arrived at the Poo Pub we wandered down to a beautiful if a little breezy beach to relax for a while before heading back for the group barbeque. This was another case of me eating more than my own weight - people sat at our table watched in disbelief as I polished off an individual quiche, mounds of pasta and salad, roast potatoes, some venison stew and half a steak. I'd like to say it was the fresh air what done it but really I'm like that all the time! Once we'd finished eating we were sent off to prepare for a fancy dress party in the theme of "What I want to be when I grow up". As I didn't have my little mermaid costume with me, I fell back on my insurance fancy dress outfit - the cowgirl. Although there were some particularly odd costumes - mostly everyone looked fantastic with the prize going to 5 of the boys dressed as Tiger Woods and his lady friends. Funnily enough it seemed like lots of the guyswant to be female when they grow up - what is it with boys and cross-dressing?!
Our first stop the next morning (luckily for the majority of the coach who were in the grip of post-merriment trauma - travel time was minimal) was Pukekura, a town with a population of two. It's a surprisingly large town given there are only two inhabitants, included are a cafe, a pub and a museum; The Bushman's Centre. The highlight of which were three possums which you could feed cereal to. These possums were a particular novelty for two reasons. One, they were not road kill. And two, they were not in pies. ("But I don't want to be a pie; I don't like gravy")
Possums are considered pests in New Zealand - natively an Australian creature, they were introduced to the wild in NZ and have been chomping their way through the forests ever since.
From here we headed into Franz Josef, a small town with views of one of the fastest moving glaciers in the world. We spent two nights in Franz Josef - with a night out with the bus drivers for those too lazy to spend 8 hours the next day on the ice. All the bus drivers I had had up to this point had been absolutely hilarious and brilliant fun to hang out with. There are 35 drivers in total and I'd travelled with 6 of them and 3 out of the 5 girls.
Day 6 on the South Island was a long day of travelling, split up thankfully by some some scenic stops. We stopped at Lake Matheson where on a clear day you can see the reflections of the Southern Alps mirrored around you. However, as it wasn't a clear day you could only see the refliections of the trees and some clouds. Still, it made for a nice picture and for the more energetic of us that morning, namely me, it was a gorgeous route for a jog. What?! Excercise? I know, I was almost as surprised as you. We paused again for pictures in front of the Thunder Creek Falls and the icy blue glacial river. This was an opportunity not to be missed by the extreme paddlers and saw plenty of involuntary dismounts into the water. So cold! Passing through the mountains to shelter, we warmed up quickly and soon were at another lake (there are lots of lakes in South Island) ; Lake Wanaka - our stopover point for the night. Having spent a couple of hours down by the lake and wandering round the town, which is predominantly a ski-resort during the winter, not a lot goes on there in summer, we headed back to the hostel for the evening. Sadly, we had to bid one of our party - none other than Tiger Woods himself - goodbye as he would be jumping on a plane to Canada as soon as we reached Queenstown the next day. I should point out that he wasn't just bored of our company, he did in fact have an important interview to get to... I'm almost certain he was telling the truth! :)
The journey to Queenstown was a short one with a couple of compulsory stops along the way. First of all was Puzzling World, which was a bizarre feature but said to be excellent by those who ventured into the Illusion House and maze. Our friend Thierry certainly got his money's worth and spent some hours trying to navigate his way out; the bus nearly left him behind! There was a free option within the cafe - tables and tables filled with puzzles to while away the hours, which meant I could entertain myself without having to be sociable so early in the morning! Soon we were making our way to Kawarau Gorge where Tiger would be completing his final act in New Zealand - a bungy jump! Of course I scorned his mere 42m jump having completed a lofty 47m myself... Once everyone who wanted to had jumped we headed on down to Queenstown for a final group photograph before we all went our seperate ways. Of course this meant a last night out together, with the legendary teapots in the World Bar and Fergburgers to end the night. If you've never heard of a Fergburger then you would be like me before I'd had one - sceptical as to how a burger could be quite so amazing. But let me assure you, despite the size of it - a whole one was literally the size of my head and half was plenty to fill you up - it tasted incredible too and even if you were full after half - you would honestly rather make yourself ill than not finish it...
My second whole day in Queenstown I spent in Glenorchy, famous for its filmworthy scenery. I toured around it on horseback and had all the noteworthy trees and mounds of earth from the Lord of the Rings films pointed out to me. I even got to see where Boromir was shot three times in the chest. This was particularly enlightening as I had previously thought that Boromir got his head chopped off, but there we are, you learn something new every day. But it wasn't all LOTR geekery, oh no. I saw filming spots from the Narnia films and X-Men Origins: Wolverine. In fact my guide in the afternoon had been taking a trek one afternoon while they were filming Wolverine and emerged from the woods, turned a corner and came face to face with Hugh Jackman robed in nothing but a yellow towel. Can't be such a bad job...
The trip from Queenstown to Christchurch was a nightmare - we got on the bus at 8.30am had about 2 hours worth of breaks and got into Christchurch at 4.30pm. Yuck. I spent a couple of hours exploring the town but mostly I had to reorganise my rucksack for jumping on a plane back to Australia the next day. Once I'd eventually got this sorted and had some dinner, one of the girls from the Kiwi bus and I went down to the bar for our complimentary champagne and met an 'interesting' local who'd been asked to leave a cricket game... just as we were about to make our excuses, two of the Irish boys off our bus turned up and were immediately involved in a conversation about Father Ted. Sadly though I had to be up early the next morning and so I excused myself - after a rather emotional phonecall home, and went to bed. I was up at 4 the next morning, heading to Melbourne but thinking about home.
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