In all honesty, this was a statement I probably never expected to hear - but they were Rachel's words to me during the middle of another busy week at work. A chance to meet up with other netball co-ordinators from across New South Wales and watch the state's premier ladies team in action arose and Mrs T, ever the opportunist, grabbed it with both hands. Flight booked, I served as taxi driver to Albury Airport and we said our goodbyes on Saturday afternoon. At first I imagined a poignant scene from the movies, where husband and wife bid emotional farwells, but there was no emotional music and with AFL on the TV back at home, I made a quick getaway. Come on, it was only a 24-hour stop-over...
our first visit to Sydney back in February. That weekend remains a definite highlight of our Australian adventure so far.
The partisan home fans worked themselves into a fervour.
We came across the photo diary of another guy on exchange to Australia (his mum is on the teaching programme). It's worth a look and I've attached the full link below, but this snippet resonated with me.
I fully understand how lucky I am to have been given this opportunity to travel... But there’s never anything like home. There’s nothing like landing on English soil, the plane door opens, it’s grey, it’s freezing and it’s damp. Back home I’ll constantly hear people complain about England and yet they’ve never seen the world. Sure, Australia seems appealing to us Brits – the golden beaches, the blue waters, the gorgeous wildlife, it’s something we don’t have. But are you really basing your want to move to another country on a Google Image search? I know it sounds painfully obvious but living in a country is extremely different to taking a holiday in one. During the four months in Australia I’ve come to realize what a great island we have. It’s most definitely grey but damn it’s Great.
Read more and check out the pics at makingthemostofmytimeonearth.tumblr.com