Okay, I’m here. In Sydney, Australia. Amazingly, it feels quite like home already.
I won’t bore you with the journey – suffice to say it will surprise no one who knows me that I met a touring Motown tribute band on their way home to LA after a series of gigs in Europe, 2 extreme sports fanatics on their way to New Zealand intent on blowing their savings on 6 months adrenalin-fuelled lunacy and a heavily-made up older lady who told me all about how she’d “buried two husbands already” and was on her way home after visiting a new man she’d met via the internet who is 20 years her junior.
So far, I really like Sydney. Everyone is being wonderfully friendly and welcoming – maybe this is because a large majority of people have been ‘new’ here at some point, too, so they know how it feels.
The sights, sounds and smells are all so different, but becoming familiar already, so I’d better record my first impressions before I forget them:
The sunlight is so bright it seems even the tarmac sparkles, the street-crossing points make a reassuring kind of electronic blurp at you, people ask “How’re you going?”, and the whole place has a slight salt smell of the ocean overlaid with the soft heaviness of jasmine and frangipani.
I’m loving it.