Oz tomorrow

And that means:
a) packing (arse)
and
b) flying (double arse).

It doesn't even mean sunshine at the moment. Weather in Oz is decidely not summer-like. But having been blasted into insigificance by the turbo air-con in HK I won't mind averagely warm weather.

I've come to the internet cafe this evening (it is 8pm here now) to 'check-in online'. I know! How cool is that. Only one slight problem. In order to verify you're not an insane axe wielding maniac they need to have your passport number and expiry date. (I guess there is a hidden code in the passport number which means 'not-axe-wielding-maniac', but who knows for sure?) And guess where my passport is..... oh yes, safely locked up in the hotel..... Oh well, it will give me enough of a distraction to go back and get it, thus avoiding packing (ha!) and too much worry about the flying part. (ha ha!!)

Not much else to report. Some things I've discovered are the same the world over:
- old ladies push in front of you to get on the bus/tram/ferry and then give you daggers like it's your fault that they didn't get on first.
- taxi drivers will run you over as quick as look at you. Prob quicker if they sense weakness (i.e. if you are a tourist)

Oh and I've discovered lamingtons are yummy. Coconut covered sponge cake - mmmmm, tasty.