After more or less a week here in the Down Underverse I am getting slightly more accustomed to the heat. Mind you, I will still lunge for the nearest air condition like a lion for a gazelle (or a Texan for a burger), but when I’m not in earshot of the fabulous, divine hum of that most fantastic of machines I actually don’t mind the heat all that much. That said it is still freakishly hot down here and, according to a weird, yet entertaining, cab driver named Dave; it will stay this way for at least another month before we’ll see a noticeable drop in temperature.
So since last update, which unfortunately was in Norwegian (I still can’t figure out how that happened. Trust me, the ones responsible are being hunted down as I speak), I have gotten myself some accommodations down here. Somehow, though, I managed to pick the house that has two Swedes, a German and another Norwegian. So much for being international… If I live in Brisbane, an Australian city, is it too much to ask for some freaking Australians?! Oh well, I guess it could’ve been worse. There could’ve been Danes here! Or, gods forbid, Vålerenga supporters…
So what has been going on since then? Well we got it in our heads that it’d be a good idea to go to IKEA. However, IKEA is a good 30 kilometers south of the city and, conveniently, there are no buses there. So in our infinite wisdom we rented a car. What is special about this you might think? Well, for the unenlightened Australia has decided to follow Britain’s example and rebel against logic and reason by driving on the wrong side of the road (when it comes to driving it is right/wrong, not right/left). So off we went on our little adventure, with me behind the wheel for some reason. Although never having driven on the wrong side of the road before, I found it to be not that challenging as I had been expecting and only half as painful. As in losing one arm is less painful than losing two.
As you might have concluded we survived our little excursion and even got some decidedly not-Swedish meatballs at the store. So now we had a car for two days. What to do? The natural answer was of course “Go to the beach.” And so we did. We drove north along the M1/M3 motorway till I saw signs towards a smallish town with the almost-to-good-to-be-true name of Mooloolaba. Being way too geeky for my own good and a frequent visitor of the internetz I thought to myself that a town with “lol” in it must be a good place and decided that was where we were headed. It turned out to have a wonderful beach and we promptly sat down and got sunburned. An hour or two later we decided that we were properly roasted, so we grabbed something to drink then headed back to Brisbane.
Unfortunately my place still haven’t gotten its internet connection up and running yet, so I have to head into the city to go online. This, for example, is being posted from a Starbucks in the financial district. So updates will be sparse for now, but it’ll be here sooner or later (I hope…)
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