Brisbane, OZ (West End)
It's hot, damned hot. My plans got complicated again by people blowing things and other people up. I'm sick of terrorists, they make travel such a bitch. As you might expect, it's a subject that comes up often on the road, and yes, as the token American in many places, I'm often having to represent my country in lively debates. I just wish we could refer to it by any other name, Guerrillas, now that was a name I could always warm to. I'm much happier with the mental image of an ape than a name that is scary by definition. That said, my plan had been to exit OZ in Darwin and head to Bali. Now, I don't know. I'm weighing the options and hopefully will have reached a decision before my visa runs out.
Now, some of you back home may think me nuts for even considering going to Indo now. However, for one, all the bombings there happen in Bali, so avoid Bali, it's a larger country than just that island. Also, from what I'm reading there was some rumors on the streets that there was going to be a bombing, so take word on the street seriously. I also remember 2001, when I didn't go to Turkey after 9/11. As it turned out, that would've been the safest time to travel there. Anyway, I'm not making up my mind on this just yet, I'm going to take a month to decide and see what the news coming out of Indo indicates. And, yes, I know, don't touch drugs in Indo, I'm really not that stupid, close but not quite.
My immediate plans are a bit up in the air. It's getting time to move onwards from here. I've had such a good time here in Bris though that it's hard for me to move (what else is new). Karla is a large part of this of course. I've simply had a great time hanging out with her, essentially being a houseboy extraordinaire as I chilled at her place. But it's nothing new, saying goodbye, and while it's as hard as ever, it's becoming something familiar and I now how it'll be. As I move, my spirits will lift, and the memories that I've made, I'll cherish till senility sets in.
As it would turn out, I met up with an old flame from this trip last night, Becs from Tasmania. She was in town at a diving coaching workshop (something like that). We met up for a bottle of wine last night and I gave her a lift to her plane this morning. Seeing her gave me some nice perspective on my current situation, as there are some familiarities between the two for me. It's not easy saying goodbye to either.
But I must move on, at some point. And, Karla's heading on the road herself, to Europe, so I may yet see her again. I'm going to take a few more days here in Brisbane, I may go to a Rave that I've read about this weekend, and I'm going to see about picking up some people for the next leg North. I'm also now looking into extending my stay in OZ once more. I'm starting to feel rushed and that's something I try to avoid on these travels. So, we'll see.
On a final note, Baseball postseason is here. I was able to see my second Red Sox game of the season this past weekend, the season finale. It was nice to watch us whomp the crap out of the Yankees. So, post season begins, and I'm getting fired up. I hope all of the boys at Fat Face's are having a pint there on the beach. Bring it On, and Bang it Down!
Now, some of you back home may think me nuts for even considering going to Indo now. However, for one, all the bombings there happen in Bali, so avoid Bali, it's a larger country than just that island. Also, from what I'm reading there was some rumors on the streets that there was going to be a bombing, so take word on the street seriously. I also remember 2001, when I didn't go to Turkey after 9/11. As it turned out, that would've been the safest time to travel there. Anyway, I'm not making up my mind on this just yet, I'm going to take a month to decide and see what the news coming out of Indo indicates. And, yes, I know, don't touch drugs in Indo, I'm really not that stupid, close but not quite.
My immediate plans are a bit up in the air. It's getting time to move onwards from here. I've had such a good time here in Bris though that it's hard for me to move (what else is new). Karla is a large part of this of course. I've simply had a great time hanging out with her, essentially being a houseboy extraordinaire as I chilled at her place. But it's nothing new, saying goodbye, and while it's as hard as ever, it's becoming something familiar and I now how it'll be. As I move, my spirits will lift, and the memories that I've made, I'll cherish till senility sets in.
As it would turn out, I met up with an old flame from this trip last night, Becs from Tasmania. She was in town at a diving coaching workshop (something like that). We met up for a bottle of wine last night and I gave her a lift to her plane this morning. Seeing her gave me some nice perspective on my current situation, as there are some familiarities between the two for me. It's not easy saying goodbye to either.
But I must move on, at some point. And, Karla's heading on the road herself, to Europe, so I may yet see her again. I'm going to take a few more days here in Brisbane, I may go to a Rave that I've read about this weekend, and I'm going to see about picking up some people for the next leg North. I'm also now looking into extending my stay in OZ once more. I'm starting to feel rushed and that's something I try to avoid on these travels. So, we'll see.
On a final note, Baseball postseason is here. I was able to see my second Red Sox game of the season this past weekend, the season finale. It was nice to watch us whomp the crap out of the Yankees. So, post season begins, and I'm getting fired up. I hope all of the boys at Fat Face's are having a pint there on the beach. Bring it On, and Bang it Down!
posted by Bob Stein at 9:55 PM
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