Well, I have returned to the ugly city that is known as Sydney.
I guess that that is a little unfair, but Sydney isn’t exactly the best of cities.
Melbourne was fun, as it usually is. There was some stuff done and not much of a lot.
I’m probably going to talk about the trip mostly through photos, or at least talk about a lot of the trip and include photos, but now is not that time, for I returned yesterday and now I am back at work and I am sitting here, waiting for my shift to start.
I am trying to write and although you will not see most of what I am seeing at the moment of writing due to my fixing them up, there are currently many errors in the spelling and in six days of not writing I seem to have slowed a considerable amount.
Flying. I still do not like flying. It was not a pleasant experience to fly and yet it is something that I still do for I do not like to spend a whole day on a train or a bus or a car in order to get to Melbourne, although if I were to be one who held a license that allowed me to drive unassisted, then I probably would drive the hole way as it would allow me to stop and take photo whenever I felt the urge arising.
Still, I took a number of photos whilst on the planes of which I had to be inside in order to travel through the air, so aside from finding the flying a stressful experience once more I still got some photos which may be nice.
It is a little early to tell with some of them as the processing is not complete due to the amount of photos that I took which turned out to not be the best of ideas.
I had very little self-control, it seemed.
The weather could have been better. It was rather cold.
This is not a complaint. It is an observation. The cold wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was what it was and it didn’t deter me too much from getting out and doing things.
There were line rides, tram rides, train rides, walking. laughing, laughing, walking, eating, sleeping and laughing, but not necessarily in that order.
Now I have returned to Sydney and already I’m desiring to get away once more from the stress machine that is Sydney.
Perhaps soon it shall happen.
For now I must do the work and laugh with my friends and wander around and look for things to see that I am yet to see and continue the exploring, for Sydney is a large city and one that has many a thing hidden away if you get away from the central business district(s), which are the things that people continue to espouse as the things to check out in Sydney, which is probably a bad thing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:30
Taking some time off was a good thing. It was very much needed.
Slowed my writing a little.
Written at work.