So last weekend I finally got around to booking the airfares for the tour in November. What's surprising at times like that is the feeling of excitement that comes from doing the most rudimentary, miniscule things that are connected with a tour. OK, maybe it's just me, but for some reason things like finding the right flight (i.e. one with a convenient time) don't feel like a chore. Quite the contrary. Now of course, the other fun part is poring over maps, trying to find alternative routes -- which road is likely to be the most scenic along the way? Which way should I go after I leave Bright (with a couple of days to spare)?
Other things will have to wait at least until I land in Melbourne -- which walk will I do at Wilson's Promontory (I've set aside a full day for that, so a 25-30km walk is not out of the question). Then, of course, there are the other things I'll discover along the way, the little bonuses that I don't yet know about. "The place without a postcard" is how I refer to them. And to think, I still haven't worked out the best way to travel from Melbourne airport to the city (or at least North Melbourne where my sister lives). I set off on November 13, and I really, truly can't wait. 43 days to go, but who's counting?
It's these thoughts that sustain us through the mundane and often frustrating activities of everyday life. Today was no exception on that score. Had a meeting with a particularly annoying client today. Still, the way they carry on, the fee on their job could be huge, so I might never have to deal with them again. I won't go into it in massive detail right now, but let me just say that if they are as informed as they seem to think they are about the tax laws and what they can get away with, why are they wasting time and money on an accountant?
Had a pretty pleasant ride home from work today though. Only a small number of idiots, which is good for the Gold Coast, and even managed to grab a decent photo over one of the canals. Unfortunately, we're getting closer to that stupid car race that they host here every year, so my views over the South Pacific are now obscured by advertising hoardings and temporary grandstands. Good job they don't extend to Broadbeach Waters.