This morning was spent in a final flurry of packing and housecleaning. We finally struck out for the train station at quarter to three; missed the train we wanted to catch (due to a jacket temporarily lost by a father who shall remain nameless). Eventually got on a 4.00 train to Sydney, however.
It's a train trip I love, but don't take very often. The sections along the Hawkesbury had me gawping out the window, as usual. I wonder, is it usual to feel faintly homesick before you've even left the country? Probably just this sleepiness messing with me.
We met my uncle J at the station, and we're staying the night in the flat he's renting, in Bondi Junction. Uncle J has been living in Papua New Guinea and Nauru for the last couple of years, making friends with the locals instead of the expats, so his flat is more an anthropological museum than a dwelling.
We're nowhere near Europe yet, but already I am finding intriguing things. A handful of photos to come tomorrow, when I have light. For now, though, I leave you with a tripod-less night-view from his balcony. :)
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