||[May. 6th, 2007|08:48 am]
We made it! Jetlagged, brain-mushed, a bit lost, a bit giddy, a bit blissful. Sydney has welcomed us with beautiful weather, birds, noise, friends, family and fruit bats. We have bought $8 toothpaste at a convenience store! We have ridden buses that run in lieu of trains (trackwork, my dears)! We have eaten Thai food that was at once less sweet and more flavourful than the US variety! We have sat in the outdoor cafe in the Botanical Gardens and seen cheeky ibises scrounging scraps from abandoned plates, fruit bats scritching and screeching and cockatoos rark-rarking. We have walked down into the crush of Chinatown on a Friday night, the swarms of the Pitt St Mall, the quieter old parts of York and Clarence Streets with their art deco gems. I'm still not sure what day it is (answer: Sunday).|
We made it! Off the plane, through a customs scrum, an hour late, and there was Mum waiting for us. Into the Medina Grand Harbourside hotel, into a "one bedroom" apartment that was clearly too small (fixed now - we shifted into a better room). Into the banks to see where we'll open our accounts, into a food court to grab a milkshake, into the mobile phone stores to see what we'll be able to get with our clean-slate, non-existent credit. American credit isn't tranferrable into Austrlaia.
I visited the office briefly on Friday morning, a fragmentary presence connecting to the e-mail to see if there were urgent needs back in SF re: house. Nothing yet. I called Robert and Gary, Jay and Keith, soon I'll call other friends. Soon I'll have my brain back, and we can get enrolled in stuff (Medicare, bank, phone, ect ect ect). Soon I'll have something less confused to tell you.
Today, however, we have a barbecue at Mum's. Off to Greenwich it is, on the 10:50 ferry. That's the best way to get there - past the Opera House, under the Harbour Bridge, around Balmain then across. Eat your heart out.