I’m not even going to write anything. There were no words for how absolutely amazing the fireworks were this year, just long shouts and screams and “wows” from the entire crowd in Waverton watching the fireworks with us. The kids were excited, the adults were excited, and I was over the moon!
So now, without further a-do, the photos! (I took about 400, but I’ll only add the ones I deem worthy).
Sydney is the first city I have ever lived in.
I have been trying for the past week to write a new blog post. I probably have five partially written posts, that in all honesty I don’t like at all. I’ve just been feeling uninspired and I think I have the travel blues.
It was our last day of the road trip to Melbourne. We were already freaking out because we had to return the truck by 3pm, and at the rate we were going we were going to be late – a $200 fine. Being intelligent, we called Britz – our car company – and asked for another day with the truck. They accepted. So we decided to take a detour.
We were on our way to the Philip Islands go to see some penguins. Apparently, there is a penguin march every night as they climb onto the rocky shores to escape predators. We – Trine, Adam, and I – were all so excited to go see these funny little penguins in the wild.
We were about an hour from the island when it happened.
We were making our slow ascent up a hill in our truck, when the clutch burned out.
Stumbling past the pushing bustling busy people at the Sydney Opera House, all posing to take selfies with the House, I see a break in the crowd. I make a run for it, almost tripping over a group of Japanese tourists who stopped in front of me to take yet more photos, and come to a gateway. Less people. I can breathe again. I wander through the gate, and like Alice in Wonderland is transported into a different world.
I went from the bustling city of Sydney into a tranquil Garden, and I seemed to be the only one there.
Brussels – the capital of Belgium. Actually, when I first moved to Belgium it was one of my least favourite places there. I thought it was dirty and cliche and full of tourists.
I forgot to show everyone what overpacking looks like… Luckily I can still carry it, but we’ll see what happens in Belgium!