Kisholi’s posterous

So I checked in around 8am, half dead with fatigue and within the first five minutes managed to lock myself out of my room. Had to go down to the reception again for a spare key. Embarassment thy name is...

Anyway, the room is a nice one on the fifth floor which means, yes, I will be trying to best my curent record for racing up five flights of stairs once I've fully recovered from the jet-lag. Heh.

A shower and much-needed nap later I roused myself because some folks from office were turning up around 2pm to check if I was alive. Got shown around town a little bit, both on foot and by car and was told my English was very good. I never know how to respond to that expect to mutter irritably under my breath.

That is the view from a look-out called Light's Vision and here below is Colonel Light himself, who has apparently "founded" Adelaide and seems to have done a pretty good job. He's responsible for the gridlike layout of the city which makes getting anywhere very easy.

A little market square near my hotel features statues of the cutest little piggies. They all have names. This here is Horatio. I am in love.


So I really *am* staying in the most happening part of town - old ladies were heard complaining to the reception that they havn't been able to sleep from Thursday onwards because of the drunken revelries on the streets. Apparently the drinking begins on Thursdays. I've already made plans for a pub crawl followed by karaoke (shudder), visit to a local vineyard, a national league football match, the usual churches/museums etc. and a production of Phantom of the Opera. At this rate, getting any work done is going to be very, very difficult.

In other news, my room is still an awful mess but I have managed to get my nightstand presentable so here's a picture.

Considering that the last time I ate was at around 4:30am on board a Qantas flight and that the meal comprised tea/coffee, fruit, a sugary raisin pastry and a cinnamon butter biscuit, I decided to treat myself to a substantial dinner, read: a whole chicken from Nando's (extra hot), half a bag of pre-cut salad from the supermarket, cup of Austalian tea and a few mixed nuts.

Don't believe me?

Ideally, I would have taken the picture before I started eating but hey... next time.

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Had the best Americano I've had in yonkers at Spinelli's just now and followed it up with a foot massage at one of those automatic-foot-massaging-gadget-things. Awesome. Both hit the spot and everything that was hurting is hurting a whole lot less now.

Seven plus hours at Changi - probably the best place in the world to transit.

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The roast pork samples were awful. They were marinated in some sugary crap and I nearly spat it out. Deli France had half a chicken with assorted roast vegetables going for around 12 SGD. I passed up on it though to hit a Sashimi place - 5 FAT pieces of salmon for 6 SGD. My gawd. Have I mentioned how much I love raw salmon?

Now that I am sufficiently fed (for now) am at a loss as to how to amuse myself for the next 3 hours. Internet can only do so much. Also, my shoulders hurt from walking around with my backpack. Maybe it's time to settle down and read my newest Asimov.

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Man, I could get really used to travelling by myself. Been trotting around Changi and trying not to buy too many things. Helped an old bird make a phonecall to her son in Brisbane and some other dude who was trying to call SL. Should probably call the old boy now. Wait, I just saw someone offering free samples of roast pork! Away!

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