Well, I successfully made it to Australia. The journey wasn't too bad, watched about 4 movies and a ton of Friends. On a side note, if anyone hasn't seen The Hangover 2, it's worth a watch. I was a good few glasses of wine down by the end of the movie, and was buzzing for a party after watching the antics of the lads in the movie. Thus I attempted a wee rave in my chair with David Guetta blasting out the iPod. Cue disapproving looks from the old dear sitting next to me.
But, I made it safe and sound in the end. Was picked up at the airport by a good friend of mine, who for the purpose of this blog we'll refer to as TopCat. The reason for the alias is it's very likely I'll get in a few stupid situations out here, and an alternative name stops my friends (who may well have been responsible for said 'situation') from being judged in the same fashion as I, as a work-shy alcoholic reprobate.
So it's been a case of catching up on sleep for the past day or so, and sorting out all the boring stuff like bank details, phone numbers and building a boomerang. The weekend however could be interesting. It's a wee trip to Canberra (the capital of Australia) on the cards in celebration of TopCat's cousin reaching the ripe old age of 21. The plan afterwards is to attack the nightlife of Canberra, and see what impression we can make armed with a kilt, a condom, and a story about Ruaridh Ferguson. (Ed's note, only a few will understand the reference to Ruaridh Ferguson. Rest assured, he's a good lad).
And that's pretty much it for the moment folks, hope things are going well back home. I did attempt surfing this morning, my first real Aussie experience. It's a good laugh, although I found it rather difficult to concentrate fully on the task at hand. The fact I spent 2/3rds of my time looking for sharks was undoubtably a distraction. If a wee shark had wondered along I wouldn't really fancy my chances. The shark's speed, killer instinct and razor sharp teeth, against me with piece of wood and a 'Help for Heroes' bracelet.
Speak to you in a bit.
PS: Not long until Movember kicks off.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
The preperation stage...
Good afternoon folks, somewhat inspired from a friend of mine I have decided to create a blog to charter the events of my visit to Australia. Early ambitions for myself include learning to surf, checking if the toilet really does flush backwards, and box a kangaroo. Hopefully this will be a useful way of ensuring I am indeed still alive should I disappear into the outback with an Aboriginal clan.
I think it's sensible for all that I get a small disclaimer out the way early doors. This blog will very likely be read by my parents, and other members of the Reynolds herd. For all our dignities sake it's probably best I don't include ALL grisly details of nights out in Australia. Unless of course it ends in hilarity. Rest assured, I will make every effort to beat my personal best (for reference see 'Magaluf 07') but I may need to inform some of you in a more discreet fashion.
Keeping this kosher will be probably be good in more ways than one. It should make it a lot more difficult for the Australian police/border control/upset girl(s) to extract the information they're looking for. Everybody's a winner!
One thing I am concerned about over in the land of Oz is the price of everyday items, like beer, wine and spirits. I'm told a crate of beer can cost as much as $45! I am not looking forward to handing over that money. I'm more used to my time at university, where an expensive night out was classified as anything other than buying the £3 bottle of onion cider for your pre-game.
Another thing I'll need to get sorted early doors is a job. Hopefully this blog can allow everyone at home to read about any humorous line of work I may find myself in.
But that's pretty much it at the moment, just a case of getting everything sorted and hoping I get on the right plane. The next installment will most likely be once I'm actually in Australia. Hopefully this place is as good as it looks. With sun, sea, and 4 litres of low-quality wine for $10, it's a promising start.
I think it's sensible for all that I get a small disclaimer out the way early doors. This blog will very likely be read by my parents, and other members of the Reynolds herd. For all our dignities sake it's probably best I don't include ALL grisly details of nights out in Australia. Unless of course it ends in hilarity. Rest assured, I will make every effort to beat my personal best (for reference see 'Magaluf 07') but I may need to inform some of you in a more discreet fashion.
Keeping this kosher will be probably be good in more ways than one. It should make it a lot more difficult for the Australian police/border control/upset girl(s) to extract the information they're looking for. Everybody's a winner!
One thing I am concerned about over in the land of Oz is the price of everyday items, like beer, wine and spirits. I'm told a crate of beer can cost as much as $45! I am not looking forward to handing over that money. I'm more used to my time at university, where an expensive night out was classified as anything other than buying the £3 bottle of onion cider for your pre-game.
Another thing I'll need to get sorted early doors is a job. Hopefully this blog can allow everyone at home to read about any humorous line of work I may find myself in.
But that's pretty much it at the moment, just a case of getting everything sorted and hoping I get on the right plane. The next installment will most likely be once I'm actually in Australia. Hopefully this place is as good as it looks. With sun, sea, and 4 litres of low-quality wine for $10, it's a promising start.
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