Hello or hi (it all depends, it does)
We escaped from Sydney at last. 1 hour train journey and a ferry ride away from the city we are having a long forgotten drink of red wine and coke (karimocho). Listening to the sounds of cicadas (cicicici) and looking at the city lights far away,we dream. And it is amazing how dreams become reality when you let yourself believe that they can (Little My said: I wish someone gave us a lift to the campsite and in 5 seconds a lady with a car approached us to ask about exactly that). We've also passed the ultimate couple test: we pitched a tent. Eating angus beef sausages (served in a sydney morning herald newspaper) reminds us of scotland.
While we were still on the ferry two new ideas came to mind - one local, one meta-local. Let's move to sydney - said Little My. And before that (it might take a few years) let's take Snufkin for a camping trip to lake district, or portugal.
Was nightswimming recently on fuckyouverymuch.dk? Little My suddenly felt eager to throw away all her clothes and jump into the salty, tepid water of the bay behind us. Shall we open the second bottle of wine?(she asked). And so, it the midst of a romantic evening he walked away to the tent to fetch the supplies. . . INTERVAL
Little My sat alone at t
he picnic table and listened to the waves. It is the other side of the world. But does it matter at all? More british than britain itself, australia does appear strangely familiar. And the accent is so cute! Moving here seems to be one of those radical ideas that wouldn't be radical at all. My parents would kill me, though, especially dad, who's afraid of flying.(And with those thoughts in mind she went to pee, as I was approaching back with a bottle of local rose wine).that idea sounds radical alright, but life moves on,and just as My crossed the small pond to join me in edin from holand, I owe her to move accross a big pond (or two). Especially if it seems so lovely here anyway. Hatifnati was sitting there alone in the dark thinking all the lonely/glorious thoghts as little My came back and declared that she's getting cold and might require being deposited in a warmth of the tent soon.
My uttered a big yawn, even thou it was only (wrist peek) 8:20 in the evening(PM). And with a thought of being a queen and king of the forrest (showering only next morning) we went to out tent to tend to ourselves.
(And the next morning an ocean bath shall be in order)
