Farewell England

                                                                                                         

 

 The time has come for us to pack up and be on our way. The McIntyre's are very close, and even though their used to being apart saying good bye never gets any easier. Fay's family has been so kind and generous it's easy to feel like your part of the family. 

  Sometimes I feel guilty for being out of london because I steal their youngest away wherever I go. Peter Fay's father gave a hug and a few words of wisdom, Jackie gave a great big hug and we checked through security.

The flight was through Qantas, it was 13 hours from London to Bangkok Thailand the lay over was an hour and a half. I was sick from not eating and the water in the airport tasted like dirt even though it was crystal clear... go figure. I tried to get some sleep while waiting for the gate to open. We reloaded and left for Sydney Australia, this flight was 8 hours and some. From the airplane we saw the sunrise over the coast   where we were to land. The sun was hiding behind clouds of pink. I'd never seen this hue of pink in my life, it was incredible.  As we got nearer to the sea I could make out coral formations and began to look for sharks or whale shapes... there were none. I got motion sickness when landing but managed to keep it together until we landed. Once in Sydney we rechecked our bags and boarded for Brisbane, two hours later and passports stamped we all felt horrible and smelt some kind of nasty. But we finally are in OZ!  

The first two days all three of us were sick, in all sorts of ways. But good news is I've finally found my natural clock  I wake early here and sleep around 930pm, I figure it's the sun it's out earlier. In Canada I can sleep until 3pm if I let myself, so finally I can enjoy a normal day :) 

The first night we crashed at the nearest bed & breakfast, called Anne's. The gentleman that ran it was so kind and gave us all the directions we needed to find a hostel the next day. 

The hostel we settled on was called Tin Billy. It was located in the centre of the city. We had some interesting people rooming with us a Koran gentleman named Ane. And a grump-ie misplaced 68 year old that was kinda racist and a tad ignorant. Once we got in touch with our Canadian friend Magan, we got our things ready to relocate on the South Bank. Magan was kind enough to help us walk our stuff over. By this time Bianca had decided that she'd be staying else where at one of her friend's houses. So we went our separate ways which is fine. 

Once we reached Magan's Blue house we where settled in the spare room. Ben one of her roomates ( who is extremely crafty hand made flowers and doors out of cardboard to give a fake little house feel. ) As seen in the photo below. 

Amanda another roomate who is very shy and kind, quickly made us feel at home with late night film chats. 

Patrick the third roomate, was instantly welcoming offering to cook us pasta with home made sauce.  

Every person here was so special to me in their own way, but most of all I couldn't help but feel that this area, the queer district was safe. And all those years in Fredericton, this was what I felt home was with these people, my community. The fear of walking down the street and hearing remarks, the pit in my stomach was gone the stares were no longer. It feels like the future. It made me sad that Canada was lacking in these areas. It makes me want to never return to that feeling of less worth. Not to mention it has the best Indian restaurant in Brisbane, holy cow! seriously we're going back tomorrow night.