Jeff: you know Jethro helped me study for my exams and I helped him get a job? We are pulling each other’s tails!
Me: *topples over laughing*
Jeff: you know, when you help each other out?
Me: You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours?
Jeff: ah yes, I knew it was something along those lines
Check out the rest of his nonsense:
I’ve seen blogs with people drawing cartoons of their married life and I thought I would never be one of these people as our life is mundane… Until I realised my husband Jeff struggles with idioms and that it often makes for hilarious conversations.
Jeff (who has been attempting to grow facial hair): My mate realised I was growing a beard, he asked if I was growing sheep wool!
Me: *stares is disbelief*
Jeff: that’s’ not the right name, is it?
Me: do you mean a GOATEE?!
Our adventure in Hong Kong is officially over and we are now back in the UK.
I have no idea what the future holds so I won’t say we are here for good.
The last month in the Kong was hectic: packing boxes, trying to find somewhere temporary to live in England, visiting family, friends, places I wanted to see…
Departure day came round so fast and in the blink of an eye we were in the airport saying goodbye to loved ones.
Thankfully the flight was direct and perfect – I really recommend Virgin Atlantic. We made our way bleary-eyed from Heathrow to Birmingham while dragging 3 fully packed suitcases and praying that we wouldn’t encounter stairs.
We’ve been here for two weeks now and things are still all over the place.
We are renting a room via Airbnb and living out of our suitcases – while our 8 boxes of belongings wait for us to have an address to be shipped to.
Jeff started work immediately while I take a handful of driving lessons (I’m rusty after being car-less for 6 years) and look for a job.
I can’t wait for us to find our feet… have our own place, a car, jobs… just so we can settle down a bit.
Until then, there may not be any new posts on the blog, unfortunately.
One hour flight from Sydney and we were in Melbourne – the final city in Jeff’s student life I had yet to visit!
We strolled around town visiting the landmarks of Jeff’s year in the city. The college where he studied, the State library, Chinatown….
We went to St Kilda pier to see the famous little penguins return to their nests after weeks at sea. Even though a wooden walkway has been built to keep tourists off the beach, people (stupidly) dangle their feet while sitting on the ledge, leaving no space for the penguins to exit the water.
After waiting in the freezing cold at sunset, we saw a penguin stick his head out of the water, take a look at the mass of humans on the beach and swim off. And then another. And another.
I lost it at that point and shouted quite loudly that if people lifted their legs, the penguins would have the space they needed to access their nests – common sense really. Half the people saw the light and stood up.
By then we realised we could distinctively hear the penguins chirping and calling… from the other side of a fence. The smart little things had moved their nests to a side of the breakwater inaccessible to humans!
After a while we did see a handful of penguins waddling around the breakwater, hoping from stone to stone. They are SO tiny, SO cute.
The next day we joined a tour bus and drove down the Great Ocean Road – in miserable weather.
The view is beautiful and I imagine it would be spectacular on a good day. We stopped by the 12 Apostles and Loch Ard Gorge and even saw a double rainbow!
PS: excuse any typos, at time of writing I am in the midst of packing boxes and going crazy.
You’d think going to the beach is a pretty universal experience. While it generally is, certain Hong Kong beachgoers add a sprinkle of entertainment.
Facekini wearing women – this is not a joke, I’ve see it with my own eyes… multiple times. Don’t know what a facekini is? Google it, you won’t be disappointed.
Person completely slathered in tanning oil – to the point that they shine like a disco ball and refuse to move/touch anything in fear of smearing their sleek layer.
Stretching elderly gentlemen– warming up before they swim, just like they are preparing for the Olympics. Doing split lunges on the steps leading to the lifeguard office.
Sun avoiding young lady – sitting under the sun umbrella, with clothes on and never entering the water. ever.
While in Sydney, we obviously stopped by Bondi Beach. Unfortunately, not that many lifeguards are around in winter, so we didn’t witness a live episode of Bondi Rescue.
There were quite a few surfers hitting the waves, even in the cold and rain. I loved seeing the waves crash on Bondi Icebergs Swimming Pool. I can’t believe people actually swim there!
I would have loved to take a stroll along the beach in summer to feel the Bondi vibe…
We continued our promenade with a stroll to Watson’s Bay light house where we, by mistake, tried to enter a restricted army base – and got shouted at by the security guard (typical Jeff stuff).
On the next day we visited Blue Mountain. We took a cable car and the steepest funicular railway in the world!
All passengers were sitting there looking real relaxed while I had the impression I was about the slip off my seat and crash into the front of the carriage…
The railway isn’t scary at all, it just makes you want to grab onto something to make sure you’re not gonna fall off your seat.
Blue Mountain reminded me of the Grand Canyon (not that I’ve ever been). The air was so crisp, we filled up our lungs knowing we wouldn’t get anything like that in the Kong!
PS: by the time this post is on the blog we will have moved back to the UK….
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