Arrival

2 January, 2007

Aside from the inevitable agony that comes with being confined to a 22 inch seat for 14 hours, the journey across the Pacific unfolded without incident or upset. We landed in Sydney under stormy skies – which we might have taken as a portent, but the deliciously warm air dissipated our worry. There was a brief crabby exchange at the baggage carousel, induced by the amazing stupidity and selfishness frequently displayed by large groups of tired people with shared objectives, but in no time, we were careening through the Harbour Tunnel on our way to the suburb of North Ryde. Kevin’s new company is located directly across from the campground where we had stayed when we were touring here last year, and they are putting us up in a nearby hotel, so we knew exactly where we were going and exactly how to get there (and more importantly, exactly where the nearest beer store was located). This provided us with a considerable sense of relief and satisfaction.