Down Under

Just after a month of coming back from New Zealand, I find myself flying to Australia. I wasn’t too excited about it because it was just too soon to fly again. It was not for pleasure but business and I didn’t extend my stay to go around or visit some attractions. Firstly, it wasn’t cheap, in fact, it’s more expensive than to spend in US. I wasn’t in the mood or energy to go through another round of trip or holiday planning. I planned the NZ trip and was the driver and tour guide throughout for my family. I think my family enjoyed it more than I did because I had to worry about the logistics, transportation, time, schedule, food, level of happiness, seeking feedback. I just wanted them to have a good trip and being the perfectionist that I am, I had to make sure I have to take care of everything that I can take care of to make it a happy and good trip. I’m glad that it’s over now.

I don’t mind doing it all over again though. I have one to plan in May. 🙂

I didn’t expect to do anything else but work during the week I was in Australia. So anything that happens besides work is a bonus for me. I met a friend. Met her 2 times out of the 6 days I was there. Travelled by train to the city to meet her and had her husband sending me back. Travelled to the city again the next time with the help of a colleague that I just came to know and then this time I had to travel back by train (37 minutes) by myself and it was late. Walked alone in the dark from the station to the apartment, on the quiet streets by myself. I don’t know if I was actually putting myself in danger but I walked like as though I was chased by a lion. By the time I reached my apartment, my legs and hands were sore to the brim. To save time, I just carried the laptop with me and then I bought chocolates, macadamia nuts and honey…and to top that, my friend gave me apricots and cherries.

I didn’t get to see any kangaroo or koala bear but it was good to walk around Darling Harbour, catching a glimpse of the Opera House from far, dining below the Harbour Bridge. Waking up really early, force breakfast down my throat (since it’s hard for me to eat really early in the morning), walking to the station, getting lost on my way but somehow made it because I just followed where the crowd was coming from (and I just somehow think they are coming from the station so I should just walk towards the direction where the crowd is from), taking the bus to work, being in a new environment, meeting new people, eating at a Chinese restaurant by myself for dinner on the second night, had no proper dinner on my first night as shops were already closed when I reached. The air steward talked to me when we landed at the airport. He asked if I was coming to Australia for studies and when I told him I’m on a business trip, his eyes opened a little bit bigger than it should. Watched 6.5 movies on my return flight, average 3 movies per flight. When I was on the flight back to Malaysia, you have no idea how eager and happy I was to know that I’m going to be home soon.

There is just no place like home. I mean all those people out there can complain all they want about how imperfect this place is but I cannot imagine living in another place other than home. It’s just not home, you know what I mean?

One thought on “Down Under

  • July 15, 2012 at 11:49 am
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    I really like it when they say “Selamat pulang ke tanahair” 🙂 yes, nothing beats being home with our loved ones.

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