Sydney once more

Yes, I am in Sydney, and in one piece. One stretched-out piece that is.

It was a whirl touching down from Sydney airport tonight and then going straight to 3 clubs, one after the other, for the birthday do of one of my best friends. Now, the ringing in my ears has subsided, the sky is starting to get light, and I type this from the apartment I would be staying at if I based here as originally planned.

It's weird to see Sydney again, in all its juxtaposed familiarity and simultaneous strangeness, of an uncle who migrated many moons ago struggling to retrieve the memory of the niece he used to carry atop his shoulders.

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I am almost overwhelmed by the thought of seeing Coogee beach later - and the surge of associations that will bring.

I can't wait.