We’ve been busy the last few days preparing for our trip back to Germany. We’re going to visit Tolmie in Düsseldorf before doing the tour of friendship.
Today saw us go to Sydney for the Sydney Film Festival and to buy presents for those we didn’t already have something to give. The film we saw was a documentary called “lots of kids, a monkey and a castle”. It was a hilarious Spanish film about a family who’s Matriarch had 3 wishes when she was married: the title are the wishes. All these wishes came true. The documentary only briefly mentioned the monkey, showing a photo.
We then discovered that Paddy’s Markets in Sydney is only opened from Wednesday to Sunday. Not at all how I remember it. We also discovered that the Vietnamese Café and Bakery behind Sydney’s Central Station stirs the condensed milk into their coffee, which led Ingrid to saying that it was the worst coffee she’d ever had. We’ve been on the hunt for Vietnamese Coffee for some time, this was quite a let down.
How would you end your day? That’s a waste of time. We modified some cardboard boxes to attempt to send an artwork that’s made of glass overseas, like normal people do.
I’ll see if I get to write about the rest of our Hobbit slaying trip before Thursday or while we’re in Germany.
Sunday in New South Wales is a good day to get on the public transport and get out. We’d already been south of Sydney, so to balance out the Sydneyverse, we’ve gone north to Newcastle. The train was long, making it painful, especially for poor, little Mateo. Once he was out, the sun kissed his cheeks and his mood brightened.
Something had changed… I remembered being able to depart the train at a different station…
We walked around, noticing the state of decay that has been growing in the city for quite some time. Things pick up as you head towards the beach, things always pick up as you head towards the beach. Our stomachs start rumbling and with a keen eye, Ingrid spotted a Pizza Hut sign (it is a Sunday and in the death throes of Newcastle, the hospitality industry has suffered heavy losses). We worked our way towards the red glow. Pizza Hut has also fallen victim and is no longer a viable business there, so is the grimness. KFC seems to have come through though, possibly living off the carcass of the would be Pizza Hut customers. We bought a lot of chicken, couldn’t eat it all, packed it for later.
There’s a bus stop not far from there, so we hopped on. Straight to the water. Nobby’s beach is picturesque. I think it even shows up in pictures if you search for Newcastle beach. The surf club offers discounted beers, such a good deal, a decision made that I’m sure will see it prosper far into the future.
After our last beach trip, I didn’t really want sand discoveries for the next few weeks. I stayed with Mateo in the shade as Ingrid went into the sun and enjoyed some of the water.
The train trip back was much quicker and Mateo was making eyes at some lady, who was then trying to give us parental advice, at times her accent was too thick and we weren’t sure what was being said. Nod and smile, she means well.
We’re settling in, not settled in. Not yet. Give us a chance.
The humid warm nights are making it hard for the little one to sleep. It’s understandable, we’re also having a hard time. Sunday morning and we had work to do, even with the sleep deprived brain (or broken as it may be, I think we were in and around the bed for a fairly regular amount of hours), I put on the coffee, scrambled some eggs and started with the house things.
Unfortunately, I’ve now learned, double sided tape, even when teamed up with regular tap on the other side, will not hold a fly screen to a window. The tape remained but the fly screen was on the ground. The wind may have been too strong, but that’s how it goes. I then had to remove the redundant tape.
The next major task was to sort out some fabric until it would be useful as a rug for the back bedroom. We’ve sewed in some metal bars to weigh it down when vacuuming. Genius! I know! Sewing takes time.
By now, you must be thinking, the headline says something about Beach something something.
After all the fun of the house tasks, we got into the car and headed for Cronulla. The timing was perfect, it wasn’t too hot, most of the crowds had gone home, getting a park was easy and relaxing on the beach was very nice.
Mateo got to put his feet and hands into the sand. We then were guarding him from putting said sand covered hands into his eyes. Lesson learned.
I washed his feet off in the waves. He did not enjoy it. I guess the water was cold and it’s a bit of a shock. He quickly recovered though and was patient with us as we showered him to get rid of the rest of the mess. Such a good boy.
On the way home we experienced our first “Krush” from KFC. Pretty good. The cookies and cream flavour is probably the better out of the bunch. Don’t touch the mint flavour.
Sorry for the lack of inclusive and immersive storytelling, we’ve been moving house, cleaning said house and all those kinds of fun things. We still don’t have internet connected…
Everything is going well. Mateo seems to be sleeping well, or at least, I’m sleeping well enough that I am not aware of him waking up often. Ingrid enjoys the sun. There’s parks nearby and I walk to work.
The other day we decided to check out some restaurants. Pappa Rich is a Malaysian restaurant in Parramatta, that’s surrounded by all the other ‘ritzy’ restaurants of the Westfield. I don’t know why it stood out amongst the others but we entered and were taken to a table.
The ordering system is a bit different. I don’t remember ever ordering this way in Malaysia either. Maybe it’s just the way the owner wants it to be and who are we to criticise it. It does work. It’s kind of like a dumpling restaurant system, you write numbers of the food you’d like and how many serves. You then push a button and pass that to the waitperson.
Malaysian food here was kind of similar to Malaysian food in Malaysia, a mixture of the Asias with an Indian twist. The prices were totally Australian though…
Ingrid would return and I give it 4 Thai-curried Rotis out of 7.
The family lands in less than 24 hours. I have been taking all the appropriate steps to be ready for their arrival.
That, of course, means that things have to go wrong.
Car wouldn’t start this morning. It’s got the baby seat in it. I believe I’ve got that sorted now. Had the NRMA come around, the guy was very nice. My car is now plugged into the wall, hoping the battery will be alive tomorrow.
There’s a parcel to be picked up from the Post Office. Naturally, every time I’m getting there, they are already closed… I’m just too slow.
Still, I cannot be more excited about the family landing.
We can suffer the heat together.
These days of over 35 degrees Celsius are just a bit much. I’ve not been sleeping properly as it is and you compound the issue with the feeling of being slow cooked. Makes it a little tough. I have visions of Frosty the Snowman at the end of his jolly time, only I’m the very flesh and blood version.
Many things have changed. On the train to work, going down the mountains towards the city, all these larger, similar styled apartment and corporate buildings are reaching for the sky. My team has dramatically changed. There’s, I think, only 3 people still in the team from before. There’s some familiar faces, but they’ve moved in from elsewhere. All the new faces are pretty nice. I was impressed how quickly it felt like I was “home”. I was welcomed, people even bought gifts after hearing there’s a little one – these weren’t the old team mates either!
I’m in training, the team does many different work types now. Although that’s my normal working story, I don’t think I’ve been in a team that has just focused on any one thing. Maybe they don’t exist in the organisation.
I’m still searching for places to live. Have sent off a few applications. Then I have fill the places with stuff. Then with the people.
Busy and hot. That’s my return so far.
Apparently I’ve now been writing for 4 years! Thanks for wasting your time here readering reader people.
I’ve been in Australia almost a whole week and I’m getting conflicting views.
I’ve been told I sound like my accent has gone “full Australian”.
Yesterday at work, however, I met a German born Australian who asked where in Germany I was born. He was amazed that I had the German accent when I spoke English…
Later that night, I was at an art exhibition and my friends also asked why I was sometimes talking with a German accent.
To me, I sound like me.
I must admit that there have been many times before my trip to Germany, before I’d even been to Europe, that people thought I wasn’t from Australia. Dunno mate. Dunno.
Today the temperature will be 37 degrees Celsius and tomorrow will be 39…
A welcome of sorts.