Nine years ago today Kari and I landed in Sydney for a bit of an adventure. I had told my flatmates in Denver that I would be back in 6 months, oops…
…we found a place to live [with 10 other backpackers] – the terrace had 4 bedrooms [ours was an enclosed back porch type of thing that we took figuring that if everyone else was terrible we could just keep to ourselves, luckily there was no need to worry] – the cockroaches were regular guests, and one of the bathrooms was a separate outside room – GHETTO but enormously fun…got jobs [working events around the city as hospitality temps = free food from some of the best caterers and chefs in town = very good for poor travelers with no $ to eat fancy]…and generally raised hell for a bit.
Those first weeks are quite a haze [quite possibly induced by regular sessions of ‘toss the boss’ at PBH], but punctuated by the miscellaneous memories that some how stick in your mind forever and bring a smile when looking back.
Needless to say, a certain someone came on the scene a short time later and a few months turned into a bit longer for me…the second time Kari came to Oz was when RJ and I got married. Who knew.