Lazy

So after the uber weekend that was, Craig spent his last few days in Sydney running around shopping and taking in the last of his sight-seeing, a poker night and even getting a dirty Tuesday visit to the Palace in before Wednesday night, taking the boys of the house out for a final farewell dinner. I think he had a good time, and he will have gone home a different person than the one that arrived in Oz, after learning how to turn on a washing machine all by himself!! Just kidding mate... (Did you work it out in the end?) :P

Since then, I've been like a wee snail; reclusive after an inquisitive young lad pokes his antennae, and curled up in my homely stead, only coming out when it's seemed safe to do so. Err, I'm not sure where the whole snail analogy is going, since I'm pretty sure snails don't go out for Friday night drinks in Sydney...

err, yeah moving on... work:hard, play:still hard - despite best efforts to relax. I think my body is in shock after having it pretty easy since October 2005... err, actually, make that 'ever'.

My 5-a-side soccer comp ended with our team in the final, however, the game was rained off and I wouldn't get to represent in the final game to be replayed at a final date, a real disappointment as I could feel a grand final hat-trick in my boots :(

That weekend after, a few of us went to a house warming party where a challenge was laid down to pin as many clothes pegs to your face as possible. I guess I too have really matured since all this solo travel and life changing experience, enough to get over 20 on me.

Sunday was mostly; in mind, a write-off, though we did make it down to the SCG to watch the Sydney Swans in a great game of Aussie Rules against Brisbane Lions; courtesy of Jarrads employers members passes. The Swans won it with a few minutes to go in a thrilling finish.

Afterwards I got the chance to kick an AFL ball for the first time of my life. I reckon I did okay, but probably better at the keepy-uppies right afterthat - the hand-ball punch thing was a non-starter really.

Another week of work ticked by fast, and the weekend just gone finally yielded something productive in a cool Sunday spent Rock Climbing at an awesome facility in St Leonards. Rog, Wedgie, Alison and myself spent a few hours scaling the various summits - including one I'll remember for all the wrong reasons - I've tagged it 'The Nutcracker' for obvious and still evident reasons.

After that, our forearms and fingertips were good for nothing else other than sitting in the Bavarian beer cafe at Manly Wharf for a gorgeous Chicken Schnitzel smothered in cheese and ham... and of course a few cheeky German beers to sink it all down with.