Last days approaching

It is so weird. When I came here, I was going to be here for a full month. Now, about three days later, I am leaving in less than a week, right after christmas. Seriously, time has flewn so fast... On the one hand, I am happy to be going home, as it is nice to sleep in a familiar bed and I need to get my life sorted post-break-up. On the other hand, I am by far not tanned enough and I don't feel like I've seen everything yet.

Tafkab and I went up to see one of his old friends yesterday who lives along the northern coast, so another beach day! I've decided to do the anti-tourist thing and completely skip Bondi in favour of other, less well known beach locations.

Avoca Beach, first stop

The first beach was Avoca, a very nice, very very hot beach somewhere above Sydney. It was hot. Yes, there were multiple goodlooking men there, which helped, but mostly, it was warm. Very, very, very warm. Too warm to actually walk on. Fun, and the water was of course excellent, but nonetheless warm.

After an appropriate amount of time swimming, bodysurfing and drying of on the beach, we went on to Terrigal, known for it's marvellously cultured esplanade. Unfairly known, I have to say, so we left rather swiftly.

Met up with Tafkab's friends, stayed over in their incredibly, way too nice, I hate these people AND their sunroom house, and had breakfast, before they sent us on our way, luckily with the instructions on how to get to an ugg-store, something I had not been able to find yet and the non-inclusion of one in our trip would have send my aunt and cousin into a deathly rage.

And, toady, on the edge of my trip, I did what Tafkab has treathened to make me do since we got off the plane: Feed a kangaroo.

Yes, a kangaroo INSIDE a kangaroo. The mamushka's of the animal kingdom I tells ya.

We went to a small koala hospital that had a number of animal-enclosures. all filled with australia's cutest and least poisonous animals. I was especially enamoured by the common wombat, which is just too cute.

Mr McCutiestein, the Wombat

The Grumpy-McSnoozers, just back from a Eucalyptus-binge

After this park, a lunch with a way, way too orangey-red hot dog and another trip in a way, way too hot red car, we arrived back for some rousing rounds of tabletennis, and of course, Christmas is tomorrow.

Almost home.

Oh yes, for some reason, in the koala-park, the toilets for the ladies are owned by men...