.... Hong Kong airport. A brief stop to swap planes. it's a rather long way to Australia, but the place has been calling me for so long. A hundred years ago, when I was a teenager, my godmother, cousin, and idol(!) Jackie emigrated to Oz. She sent me a t-shirt for a birthday present. It had the names of the major places and cities tracing the outline of the map of the continent. I LOVED that t-shirt, and wore it to rags. Hoping to find something similar to take home.
Anyway, I've been thinking about coming here for so long, yet real life, sensible life, always got in the way. No point in going for a couple of weeks, too far, too expensive, too many other demands on my time and money.
Not any more. Here I go!
Hopes and expectations are huge, and I want to drink in everything, from the high culture to the rough and ready. Cities and architecture and nightlife and bars, and the barren and arid beauty of the Outback. Give me a few days and I'll be racing towards a new horizon. Can't wait..... NOW I'm getting excited. Just been looking at my motorbiking atlas working out pit stops I might make and detours I could take.
Nearly there! ;0)
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