No More Conversations

Ouch. I awoke sometime before midday Sunday and somewhere along the line, myself and Flee had decided to leave that evening. We had just one last bit of Sydney based fun to be had before I went North and she flew to New Zealand. Though we were way too late for it. The City 2 Surf run is an annual event where anyone not still drunk from the night before runs from the city centre to Bondi Beach.

We arrived as the majority of runners were getting on the bus home. Though it was a cracking day and a great atmosphere - almost like some kind of recognition that Summer wasn't too far off. I visited a few friends and said some goodbyes, some way harder than others. But eventually it was time to get back to the flat and pack up and leave. To say it was a rush would be an understatement but eventually, even after I managed to loose a train ticket to our next destination within 5minutes of buying it, we boarded a train out of Sydney to go visit our old mate Decca.

So with half a tonne of luggage, I was for the first time in many months "travelling" again. I don't really like it much if I'm brutally honest, I've made a great habit of finding good places to live in Australia, but it does open doors to the best experiences I've ever found. So with emotions again running high, a tear somewhere near my eye, it was time to say goodnight to Sydney - but not farewell.