(If you don't know what's going on here, try this) Good stuffSydney! The Big...Er...Meat Pie? Great city. Especially after Hong Kong it was nice to be able to breathe. Clean, attractive, Taronga Zoo (spectacular), bars and stuff, and this was the view from the end of the road we stayed on: Another huge plus: Staying with a friend rather than in a hostel. Nice house, nice beaches, nice people, nice weather.... nice. Bad stuffOh man the Westfield Tower is just... not worth it. What's the point of seeing Sydney from above if you can barely see the Opera House and the Bridge? Hey give us a ton of money and look at these reasonably boring skyscrapers!
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First thing: I'm on Facebook now! Yay! Now you can have your blog updates delivered somewhere you'll actually see them. Thanks to those of you that did my wee survey on what I can do on this blog to make it more blogtacular (i.e. I'm being needy). A lot of people seemed keen on:
The fact that I've barely had a chance to start this is to be taken as a positive sign. Travelling continually for over a month isn't something I've ever attempted before but (as any sufferers can well attest) having a busy schedule is a moderately sure-fire way of preventing the melancholies from setting in. One absolutely guaranteed way to ensure they do hit hard is to take a stopover on your flight out in Hong Kong at the height of the season known in the local tongue as "Smog". Turns out there's nothing better than walking around a crowded, dirty, malodorous, ugly city for several hours to make you run through the whole gamut of self-doubting questions or criticisms you worry about when first planning a six month trip. Things like "Why did I do this?", "Maybe I should cancel this whole thing", "Am I going to be this down the entire time?" et al. Thankfully the first 48 hours haven't been representative of the rest of the trip, on average, and so such feelings have generally abated.
So What HAVE You Been Feeling? Eesh... that's... a knotty question. Honestly I'd either expected to feel consistently better or consistently more depressed than back home but the reality is much less catchy. Overall my mood tracker looks like a sort of jagged rock vista with no consistency and some worrying spikes of sadness, most notably around the Train of Misery®. The following are some assorted notes, taken on my phone, during my trip thus far. I share them partly because they usually represented me at my absolute worst, and might (?) give some insight into how the travelling depressive brain sees things, and partly out of a sadistic need to spread my negative experiences as widely as possible. As if you don't have enough to worry about. Outward bound "Seven hours airborne, third film, nose hurts, bum sore, need a back rub. The child behind me is obnoxious and needs a good stabbing. Sleep is non-existent: eye masks not supplied. Dinner was ok but they ran out of the sea bass (obviously this is the worst thing ever). I may survive the jetlag, since it's basically just a shorter night. Plane webcam is cool though. I wonder if I should get another snack" "If the back of my chair gets kicked again, I shall politely ask that the persons behind me be ejected"
"The plane smells odd, and the editing in Hitman: Agent 47 is... even odder" "Tired. Don't like HK. Sleep needed" |
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