I’m writing this post whilst I am Hungry so it might not make a lot of
Sunday and it was time to get ready to go down to Sydney. Taree had been
getting us down and we were counting the days until we could go home.
In the morning we packed up all the bits and pieces we had out and climbed
into the CRV in preparation for the trip down to Sydney. Jina did a lot of
the driving and the trip itself was farely relaxing. We met one of
CarmanMary’s friends in Newcastle Botanical gardens and had tea at the shop
There was an extremely positive volenteer there which I was glad to see. Too
often in Australian society the volenteers are overlook and underapreciated.
I ordered a Devonshire Tea which had lots of Jam and Cream and 2 scones. It
was delicious. this meal ended up beeing luch of sorts since the rest of the
trip down to Sydney would take most of the afternoon. We obtained directions
to the airport and off we traveled.
Carmanmary managed to get us to the hotel where we were to stay at the
airport. It was at the international terminal not the domestic terminal but
that was ok. The room was nice and everyone made use of the facilities
before we went to meet Ross and aaron.
Ross and Aaron didn’t live that far from the airport at all. According to
people who lived there you could see the wheels of the planes as they took
Ross made us a nice coffee and we got to sit down and chill for a bit.
It was nice to be asked if we wanted coffee or wanted to see the house. too
often it had been assumed that we did not need to decide what we wanted to
do. this had been upsetting us a bit so it was nice to taste freedom again.
We decided to eat at a Vietnamese restraunt which we all thought would be
interesting. Bill and Amanda and their son Patric came for dinner and it was
good to catch up with Bill again.
I got into trouble for not apreciating Carmanmary’s warning about the hot
plate thing that had been placed on the table. I stated that I had allready
noticed the sizzling and that it was fine.
Honnestly; people must think I pay no attention to the world around me. I
spend my *life* paying attention to what is going on around me; dangers;
listening to people and keeping up with what’s going on. Some blind people
might zone out but not me. This gets me into trouble at times; especially
just after sex when I am at full alertness and top mental performance.
them’s the breaks. Peple who know me get used to this.
Anyway I digress; but aparently I was supposed to be infinitely greatful
that Carmanmary had told me about the spitting plate of food; so I
grudgingly thanked her and got on with my life.
There was lots of little dishes and although the food was nice it did not
fill me up too much.
Gemma and I were tired so we decided not to join the rest for coffee and we
got a lift back to our motel.
Ross came up to see the motel room and offered to take us to the domestic
terminal the next morning.
We set our alarms and made a glass of tea. All the movies at the hotel were
pay per view and $15 each. For this reason we decided not to watch them.
There was an auto-minibar which you could access if you got a card from
security. We never found out where it was in the place but intend to next
We spent a good while finding light switches and powerpoints and getting
used to the room. Many people think that staying in a motel/hotel is
relaxing for a holiday; it is as long as you have plenty of time to explore
the surroundings so you know where everything is.
We set the alarms on the phones to wake us up; had showers and went to bed.
After not beeing able to sleep we got busy. I figure that if you are staying
in a place like that they are going to change the sheets the next day anyway
so why not?
This allowed us to get some sleep.