I’m lounging next to the pool with a trashy holiday book (which is actually hilarious… sort of a Bridget-Jones-meets-Sex-and-the-City thing) and listening to Ray Lamontagne waiting for someone to come yell at me for moving a towel (standard-issue, Hilton white, of course!) off the lounger next to me.
Note to elderly and lounger-hogging Europeans: unless your leather-skinned, wrinkly sack of bones is reclining on the lounger, it is not yours to place towels on. If you are in fact swimming, then yay. Go ahead. I’ll even pretend to keep an eye on your possessions while you flail your way through a couple of laps. But leaving a towel on a lounger for hours on end? No. Just no.
Anyway, catch up time!
Mum arrived last Tuesday (can’t believe it’s over a week already!!) at some ungodly hour of the morning. Tears were shed. Mostly by me. Of course. I am the world’s biggest wuss after all (more on that later). I’m also blaming the fact that something large decided to lodge itself in my right eye. Unpretty. Anyway, I appeared to be flagging more than mum due to my superhuman (in)ability to not sleep more than three hours at a time. We spent the morning wandering around Circular Quay after my mum’s 7th or 8th latte.
Coffee is a big thing here. I’m shocked that I haven’t succumbed to the caffeine-infused drink. But then the smell and taste make me somewhat squeamish. Even hot chocolate is becoming an issue for me since my body has decided it’s a bit intolerant of incredibly lactose things.
So far with mum, we’ve crossed the harbour a few zillion times on the ferry, been to the aquarium (my 2nd time), found Nemo, been on one of those knacky mini-trains at Darling Harbour (embarrassment factor: astronomical), been blasted by the wind on an open-top bus tour of the city (3 hours, $30 well-spent), been to wildlife world where the butterfly exhibition was mercifully closed, watched Toy Story 3 on the world’s largest Imax screen (where I cried… like a little girl… who’s been pushed over… twice… into a sandpit), watched the world’s greatest tap dancer (Savion Glover - youtube him NOW) at the Opera House (swanky), met Larua/Leular/Lola for a catch-up (and another latte), been taken for a drive out to the Blue Mountains which are, in fact, blue and been up to some of beaches north of Sydney. We also looked at a lot of expensive real estate with amazing aspects (every female 24-year-old’s idea of a fun day out…). Whatever that means. Where was MY swimming pool and scenic views of the harbour when I was growing up, huh? :P
And yesterday, we took the world’s most boring flight to Cairns. Jetstar. Seriously. 3 hours with no inflight entertainment. You’re as bad as Ryanair. At least you don’t charge to use the loo though. I think Air NZ has spoiled me a bit. No-one else can compare!
As I’m physically writing this, with an actual pen, my hand is getting quite sore. And I really should be enjoying the relaxation time before mum drags me off to the supermarket to buy more water and suntan lotion.
Tomorrow we’re rain foresting and on Thursday we’re off to the Great Barrier Reef. Awesome. Hope the sea legs I picked up in Paihia still work!!
Back to Sydney on Friday night.
I look forward to my hair returning to its normal size.
Much love and missing you all (but see you soon!)
Kirsty xx
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