were at it again, swamping the track before the race had even been completed.
Once again it was an enjoyable race. The Italian fans would have to be the most passionate. I was reliving the atmosphere in my lounge room. Ahhhh, such fond memories. Next stop - Barcelona.
- Well to be honest, I'm at a pretty good place right now.
Clock hands tick over.
There's a question that may never be answered.
I had an absolutely enjoyable weekend. Saturday saw me out and riding my bike for a few hours. It seems like ages since I've been out by myself. I pulled up outside a cafe and decided to stop there for breakfast. The menu had a few good choices on it, but I really couldn't decide, savoury or sweet, so I checked out the specials board. "Carrot, walnut and orange toast" was scrawled down the bottom of the board and that was an unusual but good enough option for me. After placing my order a waitress returned a few moments later with a big slab of cake and proclaimed “Oooo, cake for breakfast? You are a naughty boy!” I was a little surprised but I re-read the specials board and realised that the word “toast” was actually “tart”. D’oh (it was hardly a “tart”). But, I tucked into my cake as others looked on enviously at my bold breakfast choice.
Saturday night was spent with mates and I have to thank Dave for seeing me home safely early Sunday morning after I managed to party just a little too hard. I’ve met some very nice people recently and I’m starting to really enjoy being a little more social.
And now for a song on high rotation from Muzbot's iPod, an oldie but a good tune:
It's going to be one of those Fridays.
"I love traveling by train. During my journey through Australia I made the Indian Pacific railroad trip from Perth to Sydney and was awed by the visually stimulating landscape. After traveling for two days in the outback and visiting towns in the middle of nowhere, we got out to stretch our tired legs at Broken Hill, New South Wales."
Count the number of Yamaha's on the podium at Le Mans. In my world that's called a "whitewash"!
I was feeling the effects of a late night this morning and couldn't really decided what to have for breakfast. All I knew was I didn't want some expensive salty breakfast in a cramped cafe. So I wandered around the fountain in Kings Cross to the weekly Saturday markets.
I have a head cold. Tonight I wanted to put up a pic of me just as I am today. Ready for bed. I know it's only 8:30pm, but I just want to sleep now. Red itchy eyes, runny nose and a big throbbing headache.
and scattered brains.
Maybe if I put it into context it might help. Now, it's no secret that I don't mind dining out. It's also no secret that the establishment doesn't have to be 5 star. BUT, when I go to the loo, I do expect to be able to, at the least, not have to move the wheelie bin, a vacuum cleaner and other bits of debris to stand at the urinal.
Here's what's currently on high rotation in my head at the moment. I had planned to do a podcast of these, but I don't think a 1 minute snippet of these songs really do them justice. I may even update this playlist occasionally.
Last weekend I spent time wandering the Botanic Gardens. Very relaxing, educational and fascinating.
could just be a more important national day than Australia Day. The city swelled this morning with crowds and the best part was that not one single shop was open, just pubs and cafes. Today is actually the first time I have experienced the ANZAC parade in Sydney City and I could not help but feel an amazing sense of pride and admiration as I reflected on the many meanings of war and its effect on us all.
Last night I went to the movies to see "Paris". I totally loved this film. The cinematography, the story and the soundtrack* made this truly enjoyable.
is always a good thing.
and friends entertained me today.
quietly enjoyable. Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. |
so freakin' tasty! Tonight I discovered "Doma". The bohemian beer cafe right on my doorstep. Apart from the nice half litre of various beers available it serves up traditional Czech and Slovakian cuisine. Tonight's chef special was chicken stroganoff. I really love strogs so it was my choice without even looking at the menu.
fun. | There were many roads like this. Great for touring bikes, not great for sports bikes. But the country air was fantastic. |
 | But, on a sports bike, signs like this excite. |
 | Signs like this are scary. Did you know that Kangaroos are stupid stupid animals? |
 | The Jumbuck Motor Inn. One of the many typical roadside motels in one of the many typical country towns. |
 | I love visiting country Chinese restaurants. Every country town has one and they always seem to have the word "Wah" or "Sing" in their name. This is the "Sing Wah" in Tenterfield. Classy joint. Vinyl features heavily here. The tables have the menus sandwiched under a clear vinyl tablecloth - on top of a pretty country patterned vinyl tablecloth. It always amazes me how these towns, in the middle of nowhere, have king prawns on the menu. |
 | I found the grave of "Thunderbolt". |
 | Tamworth seemed overrun by overgrown toy cars in mint condition. There were 7 of these Thunderbirds parked around the hotel I stayed in here. |
 | Stopping off at Cunningham's Gap. This is an amazing place. The sounds of the forest just blew me away. It was an early crisp morning and I was in no hurry to leave this magical place. |
 | My old school. My nieces now go to this school. It was weird walking around the school grounds as an adult. Every thing now seems sooooo small. |
 | Another country town, another country Chinese restaurant. I was on the verge of laughing at the fantastic flavour of the combination chop suey. I could not put my finger on what was giving this dish it's taste - I'm guessing it was laced with lashings of MSG. The walls were faux wood panels, the carpet was rich red in colour and the lights were amazingly detailed red fringed lanterns with the odd chunk of grey dust. |
because I'm still on holiday and still relaxing (just).
Actually, this is probably a bit of a surprise: I forgot to mention I'm on a few weeks holiday. Me and my bike have taken to the highway and headed north. And here's something you probably didn't know about me: I have a bit of a thing for an interest in bushrangers. Part of my trip is to head into bushranger country and visit some of the smaller country towns and trails that were made famous by these outlaws. One I am particularly interested in is Captain Thunderbolt. I mean, with a nick name of "Thunderbolt" you'd have to be a pretty damn cool criminal. This took me off the main highways and into some small dodgy towns and onto some even dodgier roads. Not great riding for a sports bike.
Thunderbolt was known for his horse breaking skills. He was a gentle and courteous man. He also knew how to steal a horse or two. His thefts landed him imprisoned on
despite waking up with a rather large pain in my brain/hang-over. I seriously didn't think I drank that much. And so begins the post in which I talk food... again.
I'm very impressed with the view from my new bedroom (pictured above). There is a nice belt of green streets and parks between me and the wall of city towers.
So I guess I'm superstitious. Earlier this week I went out to dinner and had dodgy Chinese. I love a meal in a tacky Chinese restaurant. It reminds me of my childhood when "going out to dinner" meant the family piling in the car and driving 3 suburbs away for the local Chinese restaurant.
and racing.
are they happy with me or cranky? I can't figure it out just yet, but either way, I'm on the move.
Today I had a fantastic day. It was just one of those days where I loved Sydney so much.
