After a night in the City with a heap of American and Australian acquaintances, a conversation with a pair os Swedish/Brittish pirates in a 7/11, and a night-bus back to the Uni with my flatmate who got kicked out of the club, I woke up at 9:00 am. Six hours of sleep is not too bad but it’s bad enough.
When I called Joanna about the bike tour I thought I was missing she informed me it was next Sunday. I mediated and made breakfast. When I looked to my pre-loaded internet pages on neuroanatomy I found them blank. I napped until noon.
When I woke up I was going to be productive again, but then got invited to the city with Liz, Michelle, and Mary-Kate. We were hungry when we arrived so we stopped at a pub just outside the station. I got a VB and some fries for $10 and we all bonded over one thing or another. We got three pitchers or “jugs” as they’re called in Australia, over the course of several hours. I bought the last one, totaling another $10, making the unit cost per beer about $3.33.
Micelle and Liz were invited to a dinner and we headed back to the train station. There was a 27 minute wait so I left my pals and picked a direction to walk.
I stopped to take a picture, and a 67 year old Czech man reversed his path to talk to me. “Australia is shit.” The man proclaimed.
He told me his life story: He has been here 21 years, the beer is not good, he divorced his wife two months ago, just retired his gynecology practice, and used to teach physics. He began talking about Einstein and World War II, and how he was always trained to think Americans were the enemy, but he thought I was a “smart person” and not the enemy.
My phone alarm went off and I said I had to catch the train. He thanked me for my time.
It might be fake winter, but tonight the real winter smells make me believe what the season is talking about, and not feel so bad about letting the day pass so quickly.