So I am four weeks into my relocation back to Sydney and today I completed one of the most important re-introduction activities there is on returning to this fair city. I got in the car and drove the hour or so from the city up to Barrenjoey where the sun shines, the waves roll (you) and there are lots of people willing to sell you fish and chips.
Joining me in my adventure was Scott, a colleague from my new job, who provided interesting conversation during the trip. Of particular interest were his observations in the differences between Australian and American speech patterns. As he has been here for the past two months he has had a chance to come to terms with many of the slightly unusual terms we use, as well as the tendency to omit vowels from our speech. What surprised me is that the one word which stumped him was “arvo”. Anyway in between swimming in the surf and eating fish and chips I took some photos.
So as some of you know, and many of you may have guessed, I am back in the big smoke. The big, busy, hectic city where people seem to spend their days walking fast and not smiling*.
I’ve been in the Sydney for 14 days now (I started work 12 days ago) so it has been hectic trying to stop things moving. This brings me to the most important aspect of Sydney though. Slow Places. Sydney and the surrounding sprawl is full of big places where you can escape to a more sensible pace even if it is only for an hour.
This morning a friend and I headed up to Mt Kuring-gai for a stroll and walked a small section of the Great North Walk. This area is my old stomping ground from school, but I had forgotten just how great it is down those steep valleys!
*I think it may be because navigating the city at peak hour takes phenomenal concentration. Add is a coffee, important text messages or emails and other aspects of inner city life and smiling is just one to many cognitive functions.