Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Alice, Floriade, and back again

Well Alice Springs was so different, yet so what I imagined it to be. The dirt really is red like in the photos you see. Since it has been a while since I've travelled alone (all the business trips don't really count), I was quite apprenhensive about joining this tour on my own. Turns out that the tour was full of young school children but there were a few adults. Mainly backpackers from Germany. But that was okay. There was only one other person travelling on their own. This French guy called Julien. It was amazing how quickly he got together with this other German girl. Very surprising to see. But I guess people behave very differently when they are in a foreign country. I missed my latte's the most. I had a few shockers but for some reason I persisted. It was as if Central Australia lacked fresh milk. Most of my photos consisted of rocks and more rocks. Considering the tour was quite short, people's nerves were getting frazzled after the second day. I'm not sure if it was because we were supposed to share the cooking and cleaning and some people, always feel that they are above it all and refuses to do any of it. Anyway, I'm not complaining. Raymond thinks I complain too much in my blog. I probably do have that whiney, whingeing tone to most of my posts but ummm.. come to think of it, thats how I am... whingey and whiney. There is always something to whinge and bitch about. Life would be too dull if everyone was polite and politically correct about everything.

A couple of weekends ago, we went to the Floriade. This is 2 years in a row where the flowers were just perfect. We took so many photos. I think when you are no longer restricted by how many rolls of film you carry but rather how many photos will fit on your memory card, and the fact that you don't have to develop the dodgy ones, the amount of photos you can pose for quadruples. It wasn't until we realised that all the photos from this year's Floriade look very similar to previous year's ones that we finally stopped.

Becky and Jenny finally got to see the house in Goulburn. They made suitable amounts of oohs and aahs...