Shite Shite Shite

Well, at least I have managed to avoid stepping on something poisonous. Apart from that, the day is not going so well.

Day one in Australia, arrived this morning, very early, after a rekatively bumpy flight with very little sleep. Never one to be daunted by a paltry lack of sleep, I jumped gladly into the Ozzie fray by meeting Tefkab's [arents. Of courrse I have been waiting to meet these people throughout the three years the relationship lasted, but now that that is over, what do I do?

Shake hands, introduce, be nice, apparently.

And they are nice people, and their house is verry nice. So why shite shite shite?  Well, I'm tired, and cranky, and incredibly sunburned. All these things are pretty much par for the course as far as pale-skinned travel is concerned. Further than that, I have managed to get caught in a screen door, managed to get blisters and a sprained ankle (all in the last half hour) AND slipped in the bathroom, landing ungracefully on my butt.

Luckily, my fall was broken by my wallet. Which had my bankcard in it, and a stash of coins. Result: Snapped bankcard. ONE DAY in and THREE WEEKS to go, and no more bankcard. Now, yes, I am not alone, and Tafkab is (while I'm typing this) saying it won't be too much of an issue from his side, but still, I want to have some money you know.

Also, I have been "helped" by what might well be the least unhelpful emergency-helpline people ever. One needed to know that I had my passport ready (yes) whether I was sure it was my passport (yes), whether I had access to this passport (yes), whether I had this passport on hand (yes) and wheter the passport that I had in my hand was going to be the same passport I would use to get some emergency money (yes, yes, fokkin yes please). I am dialling on my mobile (we need to have the same number that we have registered, otherwise...) and it is late here (had to wait untill office hours NL) and I really want to go to bed. So I start reading the document number, only to be stopped because she "just wanted to make sure I had the document ready.

...

Sigh.

Anyways.
Time has passed, and the money will be sort of arranged, but a new card is not an option (courier? No. Sending it? No.Picking it up in the (confirmed sighting) Rabobank Office here in Sidney? No. Teleportation through Buddhist Monks? No.) so I am going to have to be reaaaalll careful with my money over the next month.

It will be fine, it is just shite annoying. Luckily I bought my new camera before all this happened.

Also, my back-of-the-leg area hurts, and has a wallet imprint.

Grrr.

K