31 January 2007

Dear www.blogger.com

You're a pack of cunts and I hate you all.
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Can you tell I've had some trouble posting tonight?
If I switch to the new blogger, will it make it all better?
Please advise.

27 January 2007

"I always rely on the kindness of strangers..."

Once you get away from the coast, there are huge distances between most towns in Australia.

We had a few problems with the car, and had to push start it quite a few times. We drove straight through a big town, not wanting to stop and then have to push it again. About an hour down the road, I suddenly looked at the petrol gauge.

"Shit! We're runnning on empty! Why didn't we think to look when we went through that town?"

All the way to the horizon was flat, brown fields. Luckily, before too long we saw a turnoff to a small town. And I mean small - one shop, a few houses, and a petrol station that had obviously closed down about twenty years ago.

We went into the shop and asked where the nearest petrol was. About a hundred k's in either direction.

What could we do? We looked at each other helplessly, and then sat down. I'm sure, if we'd thought further, we would have walked back to the highway and waitied for someone to come so we could hitch a lift to the next town, get a jerry-can of petrol, and hitch back. But we hadn't thought of that yet.

The shopkeeper saw that we weren't going anywhere - we'd used the last fumes of petrol to limp into the town. He picked up his phone and made a few quiet phonecalls.

Not long after, a farmer turned up.

"Look, we've got our own petrol bowser on the farm. We're not allowed to sell it. But I can give you some if you keep quiet about it."

We pushed the car and followed him to his farm.

He gave us twenty bucks worth of petrol for free. We gave him twenty backs for helping us push-start the car again. No one broke the law.

I'm so glad that people will still help each other out. Not only the shopkeeper, and the farmer, but all those who stopped to help us push the car across the state until we got it fixed. That kind of open hearted generosity and kindness towards strangers is a precious thing in this current climate of fear and suspicion.

26 January 2007

Expectations and other stuffing

Well, I'm home. And I'm still a bit confused and overwhelmed about our trip back to Hometown.

I couldn't talk to my friends about it because really it was like white noise in my head; I just kept thinking "Wow, it's so wierd to be back here," and really, once you've said that you don't need to say it again. I couldn't elaborate on the thought. I still can't.

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The difference between going on holiday somewhere new and going on holiday back to your hometown is expectations. Sure, you have expectations wherever you go; but when you go home, they're that much more intense, and there's just so many of them. Both our expectations about what we'd do, and everyone elses. And inevitably, some of those expectations don't get met.

I expected to go out and see lots of decent live music; it's something we really lack in the town we're in now. But, although we saw a few bands, we saw none that I expected (and hoped) to see, and the ones we saw were... well... shit to be honest.

I expected to go out and eat lots of good food at resturants I love; for some reason or another we didn't really get around to it much.

I expected to have wild parties, and above all to see everyone as much as we wanted (the reason we took such a long trip). Of course, we got lulled into a false sense of security about how long we had and before we knew it, it was time to leave, with so much left undone.

And other people expected things. Partner's parents expected us to stay with them far more than we wanted to. They live quite far away from everone else, and we wanted to spread the love around. In fact, quite a few people didn't see as much of us as they wanted, or expected.

I feel quite guilty if I don't live up to people's expectations. Well, that's not really true. But I feel guilty if I disappoint people, and I feel like we did that a lot by not going along with other people's plans. Of course, I tell myself that I can't keep everyone happy and they'll get over it. But deep inside I just want to please everyone all the time, and there were a lot of times on this trip where we had to choose between two different people or groups of people, and someone ultimately missed out. That happened both Christmas and New Years, but what can you do? We have friends who don't know each other or have different plans, and we both have family to see.

Expectations are a bitch, but I've learned a lot and I'm better prepared for the next trip back - I'll know what to expect ;)

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I have some photos to download but not many, as my camera packed up pretty much as soon as we got there. I can't be arsed loading them now; you'll just have to wait.

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I also have a few travel stories to tell, but they'll have to wait too until I collect my thoughts and get some rest.

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And thankyou to everyone who kept checking the blog. It gave me warm fuzzies to know that you were interested enough to hang around!

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Finally, a big welcome back to Dirty Filthy Princess, aka Bedroomdancer! I kept you on my blogroll all year hoping you'd return.

21 January 2007

Don't go away...

Normal posting will resume shortly.





And won't I be glad to get back to it.

I don't know why, but I haven't talked much to my friends about how it feels to come back to Hometown. I've been too confused, too overwhelmed. But I'll be glad to blog it and get it off my chest once we get back home.

It's been a long and interesting trip. And I'll tell you one thing - it's much easier to love my hometown when I don't have to live here.