at some point in around Sydney:
Old buildings always seem to have a certain smell about them. Not a bad small per say, but a distinctive odour that's all its own. Sort of old wood and stale blankets. If you add some potpourri it would remind you of grandparents. The boarding house was down a long narrow alley way off the main street in town. One of these alleys you would swear your car could not fit into until you find the off street parking at its end.
The house itself is a hodgepodge of extensions added on at random every decade or so as needed. Yellowing white paint cracked and pealing in places giving the whole building a uniform creepy feel. The place was awesome. The birds in the attic (yes i am going to believe that they were in fact birds) settled down shortly around sunset.
The human body and mind's ability to adapt is quite amazing. We are suffering jet lag as much as our bodies refusal to adjust any further off (now that we are in NZ were its just at about 7 (edit) hours off, we are fine and back to normal sleep patterns). I cannot stay up much pass 7-8 pm and pretty much after 2 am I can't fall back to sleep. But thankfully between those times I am fully functional. Driving here is fun. Thankfully AJ has drove in Commonwealth states before and didn't find it too confusing. I however was dizzy and nearly sick trying to make sense what my subconscious was telling me was completely wrong. The first day with the rental car I did not drive until we were well outside the city and safely in a quiet state park. Four days later I drove through Sydney to get to the airport without problems. It still requires constant concentration but it doesn't seem so wrong now.
There is no coffee in this country (or at least what blue blooded Americans would call coffee), but they love their espresso. And because they are a progressive country its not to hard to find soy lattes. My new favorite thing in the whole wide world ^_^ I think I have drunken more coffee here then I have in my whole life.
Cheers all,
~ken
Old buildings always seem to have a certain smell about them. Not a bad small per say, but a distinctive odour that's all its own. Sort of old wood and stale blankets. If you add some potpourri it would remind you of grandparents. The boarding house was down a long narrow alley way off the main street in town. One of these alleys you would swear your car could not fit into until you find the off street parking at its end.
The house itself is a hodgepodge of extensions added on at random every decade or so as needed. Yellowing white paint cracked and pealing in places giving the whole building a uniform creepy feel. The place was awesome. The birds in the attic (yes i am going to believe that they were in fact birds) settled down shortly around sunset.
The human body and mind's ability to adapt is quite amazing. We are suffering jet lag as much as our bodies refusal to adjust any further off (now that we are in NZ were its just at about 7 (edit) hours off, we are fine and back to normal sleep patterns). I cannot stay up much pass 7-8 pm and pretty much after 2 am I can't fall back to sleep. But thankfully between those times I am fully functional. Driving here is fun. Thankfully AJ has drove in Commonwealth states before and didn't find it too confusing. I however was dizzy and nearly sick trying to make sense what my subconscious was telling me was completely wrong. The first day with the rental car I did not drive until we were well outside the city and safely in a quiet state park. Four days later I drove through Sydney to get to the airport without problems. It still requires constant concentration but it doesn't seem so wrong now.
There is no coffee in this country (or at least what blue blooded Americans would call coffee), but they love their espresso. And because they are a progressive country its not to hard to find soy lattes. My new favorite thing in the whole wide world ^_^ I think I have drunken more coffee here then I have in my whole life.
Cheers all,
~ken
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