london bridge is safe and sound, no matter what you keep repeating
i go away for four days and when i come back, what do i have? i have, like, 100 entries on my friends page.
i also have a rash. but that isn't interweb related. it has more to do with a new kind of sunscreen that my skin really didn't take to. so here i sit, coated in calamine. i'm like a ghost. except ouchies.
so for my very first i'm-the-driver road trip, i went to port campbell with anna and was a beach bum in a caravan park. we did all the tourist things like looking at the 12 apostles (booooring) and turning off the main road everytime we saw a brown 'attractions' sign. we swam lots and thought the surfers were crazy (round there, the surfers are nuts) and learnt things about shipwrecks and got tanned. i had a truly wonderous time.
especial highlights were: the bay of islands and london bridge, seeing the bandicoot in the carpark, the horrific pasta dish we didn't quite manage to make without a saucepan, Stingray Bay in Warrnambool, our tent not blowing away in the incredible wind storm, playing uno with the nextdoors at the campsite, and just generally being away and relaxing more than I have in the last year and a half.
the beauty of that part of Australia just gets me every time. it's so huge and majestic and awe inspiring, and it never fails to remind me of how insignificant humans are in the scale of history. Not to get introspective or anything. It just blows me away and makes me feel grounded and realistic all over again. Anyone having an existential crisis should go look at the Victorian south coast and feel reassured. Anyone not having an extistential crisis should go and look at the Victorian south coast and feel overawed and nervous and should develop an existential crisis.
it also creates something of a conundrum for me - on one hand, I love this country and the diversity and history and incredible geography that comes with it. Where else do you get reefs and rainforest and cliffs and crags and sea water that's navy blue and seawater that's turquoise and deserts and farmlands and every climate from tropical to almost-arctic in the one country? I mean, I could drive to these places. Seeing these amazing feats of nature makes me appreciate Australia anew (hehe - I said *anew* oh peter i'm holding iced tea).
On the otherhand, I hate our politicians. I hate our politics. I hate our racists and rednecks and apathetic wankers who take up space. and lord, there are a lot of them around. i hate the inability to recognise history. i hate the refusal to see crap behaviour for what it is. i hate the complete lack of acceptance when it comes to so many groups in society. Basically, when it comes to humans, i have zero national pride. when it comes to the land itself, I'm brimming with it.
So, y'know...... something. whatever. I've run out of steam on this rant.
/end
pps i seems to have broken my mobile. or it broke itself. either way. so don't try calling me on it coz it won't work.
oh my god, is tomorrow really going to be 41 degrees?? Right. Who broke the weather??
i also have a rash. but that isn't interweb related. it has more to do with a new kind of sunscreen that my skin really didn't take to. so here i sit, coated in calamine. i'm like a ghost. except ouchies.
so for my very first i'm-the-driver road trip, i went to port campbell with anna and was a beach bum in a caravan park. we did all the tourist things like looking at the 12 apostles (booooring) and turning off the main road everytime we saw a brown 'attractions' sign. we swam lots and thought the surfers were crazy (round there, the surfers are nuts) and learnt things about shipwrecks and got tanned. i had a truly wonderous time.
especial highlights were: the bay of islands and london bridge, seeing the bandicoot in the carpark, the horrific pasta dish we didn't quite manage to make without a saucepan, Stingray Bay in Warrnambool, our tent not blowing away in the incredible wind storm, playing uno with the nextdoors at the campsite, and just generally being away and relaxing more than I have in the last year and a half.
the beauty of that part of Australia just gets me every time. it's so huge and majestic and awe inspiring, and it never fails to remind me of how insignificant humans are in the scale of history. Not to get introspective or anything. It just blows me away and makes me feel grounded and realistic all over again. Anyone having an existential crisis should go look at the Victorian south coast and feel reassured. Anyone not having an extistential crisis should go and look at the Victorian south coast and feel overawed and nervous and should develop an existential crisis.
it also creates something of a conundrum for me - on one hand, I love this country and the diversity and history and incredible geography that comes with it. Where else do you get reefs and rainforest and cliffs and crags and sea water that's navy blue and seawater that's turquoise and deserts and farmlands and every climate from tropical to almost-arctic in the one country? I mean, I could drive to these places. Seeing these amazing feats of nature makes me appreciate Australia anew (hehe - I said *anew* oh peter i'm holding iced tea).
On the otherhand, I hate our politicians. I hate our politics. I hate our racists and rednecks and apathetic wankers who take up space. and lord, there are a lot of them around. i hate the inability to recognise history. i hate the refusal to see crap behaviour for what it is. i hate the complete lack of acceptance when it comes to so many groups in society. Basically, when it comes to humans, i have zero national pride. when it comes to the land itself, I'm brimming with it.
So, y'know...... something. whatever. I've run out of steam on this rant.
/end
pps i seems to have broken my mobile. or it broke itself. either way. so don't try calling me on it coz it won't work.
oh my god, is tomorrow really going to be 41 degrees?? Right. Who broke the weather??