Hello from Sydney! Guess what l can see from my hotel room? A very large old sign on the neighbouring building! I'll take a photo tomorrow when the light is better.
I'm getting a little excited about going on a sign-spotting jaunt in the next few days.
I had a very pleasant taxi ride to the airport this morning. I was only going to go as far as Southern Cross station to catch the Skybus, but the taxi driver was having a slow day, and offered to take me the whole way for $40 - only a little more than l would have paid for taxi and Skybus, but waaaay less hassle.
The driver was chatty and polite. He's from Bangladesh and has lived in Australia 27 years. He kept calling me ma'am, which made me laugh, and when he dropped me off he apologised for talking too much.
I had almost an hour to spare after checking in. I wandered about the shops...so many bookshops... l told myself l wouldn't go in because l had enough reading material with me. And then l went in and bought a book. It's called Embracing the Ordinary: Lessons from the Champions Every Day Life by Michael Foley. Not prizes for guessing why that appealed to me.
I started reading Wild, Cheryl Strayed's memoir of her solo trek along the Pacific Crest Trail on the US west coast. So far, so good, though her account of her mother's death nearly had me blubbering on the plane, because l've been through a similar experience and it brought back sad memories.
It's good to see my mum again. I last saw her in July, but didn't get to spend a lot of quality time together.
Off to bed for me. (I'm posting this from my phone, so the formatting will be sloppy.)
Below is Sydney Town Hall all tizzed up with a light show.