Random Craziness From Beyond The Border

Today is business as usual, but not before I outline some of the craziness from the past week. This is a bit random. Bear with it.

Adelaide has its fair share of nutjobs, but it is kinda reassuring to know that this isn’t exactly the nerve-centre of nuttersville.

The guy and girl who snoozed on each other whilst on the train was particularly amusing. You know what they say about small things amusing certain strains of minds…

In the post before, I mentioned the extreme cold I faced when standing over the Three Sisters at Echo Point, Katoomba. You know, the magic in the air that nearly wiped my head clean off my shoulders.

Well, after hopping back in the car, some schoolgirls walked past.

Wearing short skirts.

?

*shudder*

The people who stand around selling The Big Issue (it’s a magazine published of behalf of and sold by homeless people, for those of you outside Australia) actually approach you on the street, as opposed to here in Adelaide, the people just stand around holding the magazine out in front of them, looking forlorn.

Nothing against the homeless, and I feel for their cause, despite being unable to fully understand their turmoil.

But actively approaching people doesn’t strike me as the best way for them to endear themselves to people. But, I’ll change topic before I offend someone.

Men wearing pink shirts. Sorry, I don’t get it. Maybe I’m not “cosmo” enough. But I don’t exactly reside in the hub of world fashion, so I guess I shouldn’t comment.

Nothing against Americans, but I did notice that out of all the tourists in Circular Quay (where viewing of the bridge and Opera house may be done), they were the ones I could hear the most often.

Their accent sticks out like a sore thumb in this country.

It casts my memory back to the time I was staying on Moreton Island in Queensland. The whole island was populated by Americans. After playing pool with some of them, I was informed that they “loved my accent”.

All I said was, “Mate, you’re in my country… you’re the one with the accent…”

Hearty laughs were exchanged, and life moved on.

Once, I saw my silhouette in front of me. I took a photo, a la CB from ChickyBabeRules. I disfigured my thumb and fingers on the golf driving range near the resort I stayed in; blisters from not doing a proper golf stroke, coupled with trying to whack the ball out of the range. Took a photo of said injury a la Lizzie from girlsohard.net.

Shook my head vigorously. Too much time spent blogging, I think. Those photo’s won’t appear here, I’m afraid. I don’t want to rip people off.

For such a populated city, the sidewalks are really narrow. Well, compared to Adelaide anyway, yet Adelaide doesn’t have anywhere near the amount of people.

It’s a bit baffling. Oh well.

I’m sure more little memories will come to me as the days go on. Until then, it’s back to local nutbags… yes, including me.