Christmas time in Sydney. I arrive cold, sweating, in pain and ill to Australia and make my way to the nearest medical centre. I’d been bed-ridden for the last 4 or 5 days in Malaysia and needed some help. I was prescribed antibiotics, rehydration tablets and pain killers and within 24 hours started to feel like my old jovial self.
I was half expecting an Aussie Christmas of sunshine, beaches and BBQs but instead was treated to a torrent of rain and grey skies (just like Christmas at home). Still on my antibiotics and not fully recovered I spend the day with some Italians eating Christmas pasta and catching up on some reading. I head over to a friends place in Paddington later in the evening.
Boxing Day was amazing though. The Sydney to Hobart boat race was to begin, the sun was shining, the beaches were welcoming and I was finally starting to feel better.
New Year arrives along with Blanca and David. Amazing to see them again and have a fantastic New Year with friends.
