Welcome to Canowindra

I have started to write this post on the train between all those people with attributes:
1. A magazine with plenty of pictures, most of them sexy babes : ) – but the guy holding it seems to be addicted to every possible thing – starting from the beer he drinks from paper bag
2. A guitar played silently in far front by a guy with skinny left arm and I do-not-care haircut (that is all what I can see :)
2. A thick book on World Art read by relaxed woman with red hair and red piercing in her nose accompanied by colourfully striped socks with whole in it.

I am going to Lithgow where I change to the bus which takes me to Canowindra. A train struggle now with climbing the Blue Mountains.

It seems that today day is a very important day. Besides the fact that I was born 29 years ago we took part in Barack Obama’s inauguration speech (today at 04am :) on the step of Capitol Hill in Washington. He is a relative of Seal – my friend from Vanuatu with whom I am going to bottle the olives again. And exactly 221 years ago first white man has visited Manly beach : ) I just finished the book on his adventures in Red Land (this one at the bootom of monument :))


Let me go to sleep. Tomorrow is a working day again.

Comments

  1. Paul I love reading your blog - you write so well and it is so interesting to see things from a 'foreigner's' point of view. Glad that you have returned to Canowindra!

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