Friday, July 01, 2005
Leaving Adelaide
Soundtrack: "Lipstick Traces (Disc Two)" by Manic Street Preachers
Good evening this evening.
Today was my last day in Adelaide, and it feels funny to be finally leaving this old town for good. It rained all afternoon, but I still went into town because I couldn't face packing. Packing really was a nightmare. I hadn't realised how much utter crap I'd bought here, and even though I now have an extra bag to fit it all into, it was still a bit of a bother working out how to get everything in. I'm going to have to ditch some stuff when I get to Sydney and Brisbane, I suspect.
Actually, it's a bit sad to be leaving here, because as I've said before, it really does feel like home here. Sydney and Brisbane are exciting prospects, though. It'll be odd staying with random people who I don't know, but that's okay as long as I don't have to stay in bedbug-ridden backpackers. Plus I'll have a television to watch the cricket. Apparently, they're not showing Live8 on terrestrial over here - I need Foxtel for that. All together now: "Rupert Murdoch is a twat..." At least the Natwest Final's on Channel 7.
I'm not at all sure what my internet access is going to be like from here on in until I get to my dad's in Sibu, where I know for sure that it's slow and annoying. Therefore, the blog may end up taking a backseat from here. No worries. I know that it'll never be as good as Stephen's, because his is full of musings and discussions, whereas mine is pretty much just a direct account of my life, which half the time is nowhere near as interesting.
I'm going to go to bed in a minute: early start tomorrow morning.
Night all.
Good evening this evening.
Today was my last day in Adelaide, and it feels funny to be finally leaving this old town for good. It rained all afternoon, but I still went into town because I couldn't face packing. Packing really was a nightmare. I hadn't realised how much utter crap I'd bought here, and even though I now have an extra bag to fit it all into, it was still a bit of a bother working out how to get everything in. I'm going to have to ditch some stuff when I get to Sydney and Brisbane, I suspect.
Actually, it's a bit sad to be leaving here, because as I've said before, it really does feel like home here. Sydney and Brisbane are exciting prospects, though. It'll be odd staying with random people who I don't know, but that's okay as long as I don't have to stay in bedbug-ridden backpackers. Plus I'll have a television to watch the cricket. Apparently, they're not showing Live8 on terrestrial over here - I need Foxtel for that. All together now: "Rupert Murdoch is a twat..." At least the Natwest Final's on Channel 7.
I'm not at all sure what my internet access is going to be like from here on in until I get to my dad's in Sibu, where I know for sure that it's slow and annoying. Therefore, the blog may end up taking a backseat from here. No worries. I know that it'll never be as good as Stephen's, because his is full of musings and discussions, whereas mine is pretty much just a direct account of my life, which half the time is nowhere near as interesting.
I'm going to go to bed in a minute: early start tomorrow morning.
Night all.
