I'm leaving Australia in 30 mins. Writing this from the Qantas Business Lounge, gazing at the view of Sydney skyline. There hasn't been such a great weather in days but yesterday was great as well and I'll remember my last surfing sessions probably forever. I'm leaving when I was just getting good. or sort of. I'll have to come back, but for the time being, I'm Out of Australia.
Australian are quite obsessed with own-grown beetroot and own-produced music - so when you put the only music channel* on, it's always a Missy Higgins marathon... of course with a bit of Silverchair, Powderfinger and some for beetroot burgers - Aussies are not monsters, they are actually very nice people.
* (at least the only one I've got on my basic cable, Max)
In just one month (July 27th-Aug 27th), I have been flying from Sydney to Paris through Dubai, taken the Eurostar to London and back to Paris, driven to La Rochelle and back to Paris, then flown back to Sydney and I am now booking my flight to New York through LA.
By my non-Rockstar non-Consultant standards, I consider myself a very frequent flyer at the moment.
King Arthur: Can we come up and have a look? French Soldier: Of course not. You're English types. King Arthur: What are you then? French Soldier: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?
I fell sick with the same kind of mini-flu everybody around the office and the city seems to get - why does it have to be one of the coldest winter in Sydney in years just during the 6 months I'm here... Anyway,