homesickness...

Despite my love for BKK, I suddenly want:

- to drink straight from the tap
- to wear next to nothing in the sunshine and feel just fine.
- to smell that wonderful harbour smell wafting up from the Quay
- to jump on the train at Wynyard at sunset and watch the houses of Dover Heights turn gold
- to eat tuna dip and baguette on Balmoral and feel the cold settle in as the sun goes down
- to dance to bad 80's pop music at the Fiddler in Rouse Hill
- to go Vinnies shopping in Penno and be served by the lovely volunteer nana's
- to eat eggs benedict in Potts Point and perve on all the strange fashion types
- to catch an old train with sticky seats and eat Kiymali pide in Auburn
- to jump on a trampoline and look over into other people's yards

I am sorry to any Internationals who have drifted past this ramble. Its even more full of colloquialisms and esoteric references than my usual posts :)

See you soon Sydney!