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Los Angeles. Qantas. And the Hollywood sign.

So here I sit, in the lounge, waiting for my flight to board. Wishing I could stay, but happy to be going home.
My second but better look at the great city of Los Angeles showed me a sprawling mass of suburbs, high rise, trees and many freeways snaking their way through hills and valleys, criss crossing the city in rows and clover loops.
I must say, I actually quite liked what I saw this time round.

As we taxied round the buildings I saw my first sight that home was close. The vision of the flying kangaroo very nearly brought tears to my eyes. But a grin to be sure.

Arriving in LA via domestic flight and leaving through International is a much easier way to do this. I actually enjoyed the experience of going through security this time (a story for another time there).

And so far, have not heard any Australian accents. Hmm, wonder how many are returning home like me? Should be a few, our ride is the Airbus A380.
And the Hollywood sign? I saw it as we flew over, from a distance granted, but there was no mistaking what it was.

It is Saturday evening US time, and I will arrive early Monday morning Aus time. Not sure where Sunday figures in. It disappears when I cross the IDL over the Pacific.



Waiting with my friends in Portland.


Los Angeles from above.


And that would be my plane.

Catch you when I’m back in the land under.


Alfresco Saturday, pt 2 – evening time.


9.30 pm, (dark, and chilly)
A time to rest, and blog
After a busy and fun day.


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Alfresco Saturday – at home


Mid morning. On the verandah.
Sunny, but fresh with a little breeze.
Hot coffee and homemade bikkies.
Nothing better.

Jennifer šŸ™‚

Spare moments

There is dew on the grass. Untouched and clean.
A kookaburra flies past. Silent and free.
The dog goes nuts as I walk out the door.
The sun is rising, the fog is lifting.
The roses are waiting for their time to shine.
The house is quiet for a few more minutes,
as I sip my morning coffee.






A little something to keep you going while I work out what I’m doing.
Have a great day šŸ™‚

Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi

While I hate the saying, (reminds me of drunken yobbos at backyard parties, as heard from across the fence, not from actual participation) I am Australian, and it is Australia Day, so it’s my call for the day. Saying that, if I were anywhere else in the world at a sporting event I would be chanting as loudly as the rest.Ā  Here atĀ home, not so likely.

There are many thatĀ have called itĀ Invasion Day, but today is allĀ about celebrating what it is to be Australian, and our wonderful multi cultural people’s. Ā As well as any excuse to have another day off and spend the longĀ weekend fishin’ and drinkin’ and proving just how yobbo many of us are.

We have a freedom that knows no bounds (well maybe it does, but that sounded pretty cool) and the wide open spaces that showcase some of the best scenery in the world.
A lifestyle that is casual and friendly (mostly) and food that reflects it. Yeah sure we eat one of the animals on our Coat of Arms, but it shows how completely we love our country we are (hmm, not sure about that one).

We have a knack, or rather a skill, at being able to laugh at ourselves and take the mickey out of everyone else, the all the abbreviations to go with it.

We live on an island paradise, with wide dusty plains where all you can see is the horizon shimmering in the distance, rainforests to delight and beaches to rival the worlds best. Our sunrises and sunsets are among the best and scenery is a photographers paradise.
We also have more deadly animals than (just about) any other country and are a continent all of our own.
What better place is thereĀ to live??

So I shall finish my Vegemite toast and wish all my expat and current Aussie friends a very Happy Australia Day.

(For new readers, check out last years Aus Day post here)