A Storm is a Brewing

Now that I’ve had a chance to relax, I can ponder the more wonderful things of my day.

I left Perth stressed out. I had people telling me what to do, when to do it, how do things and basically filling me with doubt. I started worrying about accomodation, visas, transport, money, all the things that normally “take care of themselves”. My first step onto the plane wasn’t filled with joy, but with frustration and concern.

And then, the fasten seat belt sign came on, and instantly I was free.

The roar of the engines seemed to frighten off my demons and clear my head and I was only left with good memories of those I am leaving behind. Quite a bizarre feeling.

Anyways, from the metaphysical to the minutiae: I finally checked in at about 1.30pm, had a shower and about half an hours sleep. I then went shopping and for dinner I made myself field mushrooms cooked in garlic butter, with fresh crunchy brocolli and chutney, topped with blue cheese and almonds. I topped it off with a beer while watching a storm roll in over the city.

I’m currently reading “The Beach” by Alex Garland, and listening to, as always when I am on holidays, Sigur Ros.

I might down a couple more beers, and if the storm has passed, swing over to the Side Bar to see if anything is going down, but for now I’ll just enjoy the thunder.

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