I resigned from my job with the NSW Police just now, after a restless night marred by forgotten nightmares and a solid day of jitters, uncertainty and indecision. My nice, safe, well paid and relatively secure government job. It's done. I'm done. They denied my secondment to the Antarctic Division so my only option was … Continue reading …rebooted
Category: world traveller
…f5
One week in already! Despite a few early teething issues (specifically jetlag, accommodation falling through, and an unnecessarily nasty message from an ex's sister here) the process of refreshing my memories of this marvelous state is working a treat. Still in Washington at this stage, I rented a car and then settled into my temporary … Continue reading …f5
…ker-chunk
I almost didn't make it to Seattle. Flying into Sydney early on Saturday morning, I gave my self plenty of time to catch up with people (which didn't happen) and to do some last minute shopping (which didn't happen). I did manage to catch "The Beguiled" in a decent cinema which was a perfect way … Continue reading …ker-chunk
…9 lives.
I'm a cat person. Love 'em. Miss 'em. Identify. They're magical : a solitary, multidimensional and independent creature existing in a state of unpredictable duality. Peace/Violence, Contentment/Fury. Mostly warm, cuddly and purrrrrry, but never more than a millisecond from becoming a chaotic death dealing whirlwind of tendons, teeth and talons. Personally, I'm mostly like that … Continue reading …9 lives.
…holding pattern
Just submitted an application for a job - a promotion that I don't want but will probably get - while waiting to hear about an unexpected job opportunity that I didn't realise I wanted so much until today. At the same time anxiously watching the timer tick down to my "end of June" deadline for action. … Continue reading …holding pattern
trapped…
There a war of sorts going on here in Thailand. Its an urban battle fought house by house, corner by corner, street by street. Every man, woman and child armed to the teeth, ready to engage. Pickup trucks full of masked combatants prowl past the safety of the hostel windows. The wail of ambulances echo through … Continue reading trapped…
re-entry…
So I'm back at work now. You can imagine my excitement. Back in Dubbo, Australia now for 10 days, spending the last 5 days locked in an office, glued to a phone and computer, staring out a distant window at the sunlight, wishing I was somewhere else. Its 'Luke Skywalker Syndrome' at its worst and … Continue reading re-entry…
baguette?…
...was about the extent of my French when I hit Paris. Well maybe not just 'baguette'...I'd heard horror stories about the legendary rudeness of Parisians (and the French in general) towards non-French speaking foreigners/tourists and I was a little bit worried. In the last few days of Tunis (thanks to my Tunisian friends expert tutelage) … Continue reading baguette?…
We’ll always have Paris…
... which is lucky as I never made it to Casablanca. With the watery ghost of the viral infection/food poisoning still lingering, I was physically exhausted. On the plus side it was great for losing weight, but the minuses sucked. Sleeping was difficult and I couldn't venture far from a bathroom. Although I've a generally … Continue reading We’ll always have Paris…
…Far far away!
I'm at a turning point in this trip. Bingo funds. Push on or turn back but as my Dad always said "It's bad luck to turn back". Leaving the chaos of Cairo far behind, I was heading for Morocco for my birthday. Megan was staying in Cairo, D' had gone home and it was time … Continue reading …Far far away!
Man Down! 