Tuesday 12 February 2013

Flo's farewell

It was a sad evening when we all converged on the Glenmore hotel to wish a fond farewell to our Floriane. After weeks of backpacking together it just doesn't seem natural that she wont continue to be there every day! So we celebrated with some great food and lots of wine.

As the wine flowed, the conversation also edged away from the norm. The Sydney crowd wanted to hear all about our trip, which took things into the diving realm. As with most evenings, at some point, the conversation invariably deteriorated. The topic tonight for some reason settled on procreation underwater. It was acknowledged that ducks can only copulate in running streams. Some confusion was cast over fish and their reproductive cycle. These can be seen as a biological facts - anything David Attenborough might comment on cannot be labelled 'smutty'. However, I'm betting the great DA never uttered the immortal words "you cant have sex underwater - just think about coastal erosion..." Hmm. Right. Yeah.

We left fairly early to start our first trip back to our new abode in Lane Cove. At this point, the heavens opened. The combination of the rain and the darkness was too much for us. We completely missed our bus stop, and ended up walking for at least half an hour in the torrential downpour. If we hadn't had umbrellas, we would have been completely washed away. As it was, I nearly lost my shoes on several occasions when encountering a raging river when trying to cross the road. To my intense embarrassment, i awoke the next morning to discover that somewhere along this slippy and slidey route, I had put my hip out of joint. I am now walking very strangely and feeling intensely geriatric. Cheers Sydney - great to be back!


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