Sydney, OZ
I haven't written much during my time here in Sydney, and that's been true for my personal journal as well as on here. Also, my camera's broke. Sydney's become a vacation from recording this journey, it would seem, and I spoke with Jannie just recently of when a trip becomes normal, do you reach your fill of what you can take in, what you can process? Perhaps, more likely is me being lazy as usual. However, there is something said to letting moments and scenes remain fixed solely in memory to evolve and distort however one's memory matures with age.
I've had some queries of what I've been up to here in Sydney though and in short, I've fallen into another Black Hole Hostel, the Globe, in the centre of King's Cross, just across the road from Showgirls, whose sign lights up the Blue Room evenings. But the back porch is peaceful, a breack from the hubbub bubbling up from the street. I sit there now, with Danish conversation lilting in the background, and wrappers from Danish hotdogs littering the table (all in all, an altogether better Danish morning than the more familiar the pastry avenue, though I do love a good cheese Danish...). I've had my fill of Sydney over the past four weeks, and the thought of warm beaches to the North is proving irresistable. Enter Jannie. I met Jannie 3 days ago, she's 26 and from Copenhagen and over the course of a conversation we agreed head North in Vaciendo together.
Last night, while sipping cider in the Blue Room, Nadja was pointed to our table, and introduced herself as a 19 year old Bavarian looking for a lift North (like all introductions on the road we got her name later, which was promptly forgotton twice). Introductions all around, more cider sipped, at times syphoned, the road out of Sydney was definitely looking sweet and bright.
"Oh, Magoo, you've done it again," Heaven or Hell may follow but it looked for a good time.
Our plans bubbled over, and before long I found Vaciendo filled, a half dozen people had joined the Bob Tour. Malte from Hamburg was quietly game for the road, and James bounded through the Blue Room saying he and Nicky were two for the road. James is from Essex, 17 and has the eagerness, energy and attention span of...I'm having trouble with this one, but imagine a ping pong ball that likes to cuddle. Nicky is his gal from home that just arrived last week (I'm seriously worried about her luggage right now, she's 16). His older brother, Danny was okay and enthusiastic about James heading North with us (he's also the one who pointed Nadja in our direction), so our crew was complete (I do have a Welshie alternate, of course)
So, that's the group: Jannie, Nadja, Malte, James, Nicky and myself. No one's got too much of a deadline, everyone's free to hop off whenever, Vaciendo's got new tires and brakes and I like to drive slow. Plans are being formulated, fresh water springs and horses, waves and wineries, and a stop off at a small pub near Bellingen to catch up with Simon whom I met a few weeks ago. And Nimbin, perhaps...well, we'll see. Jannie's got a vast music collection, Malte a MP3 player, and I've got the P-funk on tape finally, so we're golden for the Road. It's gonna be a fun ride North, that's all I know.
I've had some queries of what I've been up to here in Sydney though and in short, I've fallen into another Black Hole Hostel, the Globe, in the centre of King's Cross, just across the road from Showgirls, whose sign lights up the Blue Room evenings. But the back porch is peaceful, a breack from the hubbub bubbling up from the street. I sit there now, with Danish conversation lilting in the background, and wrappers from Danish hotdogs littering the table (all in all, an altogether better Danish morning than the more familiar the pastry avenue, though I do love a good cheese Danish...). I've had my fill of Sydney over the past four weeks, and the thought of warm beaches to the North is proving irresistable. Enter Jannie. I met Jannie 3 days ago, she's 26 and from Copenhagen and over the course of a conversation we agreed head North in Vaciendo together.
Last night, while sipping cider in the Blue Room, Nadja was pointed to our table, and introduced herself as a 19 year old Bavarian looking for a lift North (like all introductions on the road we got her name later, which was promptly forgotton twice). Introductions all around, more cider sipped, at times syphoned, the road out of Sydney was definitely looking sweet and bright.
"Oh, Magoo, you've done it again," Heaven or Hell may follow but it looked for a good time.
Our plans bubbled over, and before long I found Vaciendo filled, a half dozen people had joined the Bob Tour. Malte from Hamburg was quietly game for the road, and James bounded through the Blue Room saying he and Nicky were two for the road. James is from Essex, 17 and has the eagerness, energy and attention span of...I'm having trouble with this one, but imagine a ping pong ball that likes to cuddle. Nicky is his gal from home that just arrived last week (I'm seriously worried about her luggage right now, she's 16). His older brother, Danny was okay and enthusiastic about James heading North with us (he's also the one who pointed Nadja in our direction), so our crew was complete (I do have a Welshie alternate, of course)
So, that's the group: Jannie, Nadja, Malte, James, Nicky and myself. No one's got too much of a deadline, everyone's free to hop off whenever, Vaciendo's got new tires and brakes and I like to drive slow. Plans are being formulated, fresh water springs and horses, waves and wineries, and a stop off at a small pub near Bellingen to catch up with Simon whom I met a few weeks ago. And Nimbin, perhaps...well, we'll see. Jannie's got a vast music collection, Malte a MP3 player, and I've got the P-funk on tape finally, so we're golden for the Road. It's gonna be a fun ride North, that's all I know.
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