I dread to think what the equivalent journey would cost in the UK. You'd probably end up with an organ or two less than when you started. And arrive late.
Arriving back into Sydney, despite being away for only a few days, felt like arriving in a whole different season. Whilst we had left in glorious sunshine, Sydney now definitely had its winter coat on and was pulling up its collective collar against the biting wind and rain. Thank goodness we had spent a few days in the mountains to acclimatise otherwise the shock may have been too much to bear. Although mid-winter temperatures rarely go below double digits in Sydney, it was still a bit of a surprise and the fact that we wore shorts and got sunburnt only five days ago seemed like a distant and unlikely memory. This time it would be long legged trousers and waterproof coats. Ah well.
It felt good though to be back in the city but as I write this, the Friday afternoon hustle is just beginning. Let's see how long this feeling will last. Now I'm sure there's a good bar around here somewhere.....
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