My whole life for the next 10 days is laying on my bed. It's filled with everything from beach clothes to books and my iPod. The missus and I are taking off for a while. Yessiree - we are going downunder for a while, putting a stop to the ratrace, slowing down to zero. Sydney is the destination, some 14 hours away from sunny California.
We are just going to sit in the sun, contemplate and digest the present. That's a pretty darn good and satisfying excerise. Switching between sipping expresso's in the morning, to wine for lunch and finishing off a hard days work with a gin and tonic. Possible a cigar.
Nosiree, Bob! We are not backing down for any challenge. Send us downunder, to the land of wonder and we'll show 'em outback-sissies that we can be adventurous (the missus) and slack (yours truly) better than most. I'm also a hell of a mytomaniac in despite what people say.
We are going to reinvent the good old turtlewalk and commit to one destination a day. No crazy see-it-all-cause-we-might-never-come-back-crap. No Mam! Underneath all that beauty lies one smart cookie (the missus) and one lazy brownie (yours truly).
So we are off to enjoy one of the few places in the industrialized world where you still can smoke a phattie in the Pub, shake your bootie without being arrested and wrestle Kangeroo's.
God Bless Australia!
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