Pete Johns - Blog entries of the highest uptodateness

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about what we’ve actually been up to, so I thought I’d take the opportunity as K is driving along Hume Highway to catch up and try to get back into the habit of blogging more frequently. As I was saying to my friend S in Sydney the other evening, I like having a place to share my thoughts and experiences with friends and family (and, heck, anyone who wants to read it). Some people I know would rather send such information by email, but that assumes that all of the recipients actually want to read it. I don’t wish to be so assuming, and so leave the onus with you guys to visit this page (or subscribe to one of its feeds, which is less of a burden), that way you can pick up the story where and when you like (if at all). The blog, of course, also serves as a diary, so I can look back and see what I’ve been up to. If I recall correctly, my memory used to be much better than it is now.

"We are about to re-enter the Zone of Unpredictable Connectivity"

We’re in Sydney!

Ceduna, it transpires, is the home of The Big Oyster! Our Big Things average is going through the roof, I tell you!

Predictably, I am still typing this offline. I’m going to enjoy having broadband when we eventually settle, I tell you!

The reader joins us, on James Dane’s birthday, in Kondinin, which I believe is Aboriginal for the posterior of nowhere!

I have a few moments to myself, so I thought I’d pop another blog entry onto my camera’s Memory Stick to be uploaded next time I am online. I also have a load of photographs to share with you, but slow Internet connections with an hourly rate aren’t ideal for uploading them. For the time being you shall have to make do with a few hundred words instead of the pictures, for which I can only apologise.

One of the Japanese men staying at the YHA in Margaret River looked confused this afternoon as an Englishman asked him Genki desu ka?. However, he replied politely and they exchanged pleasantries. The Japanese man seemed very surprised that the man next to him had been to his hometown of Kamakura. Twice. The aforesaid Englishman is usually a bit more keen to try out his linguistic skills when he’s had a glass or two of something alcoholic, which is about where we are in our tales of our journey around the South-West of Australia.

While K sits on the edge of the bed, playing with her belated Christmas present, I thought I’d take the opportunity to catch up with the blog. Sadly, this hostel (the YHA in Bunbury, for those interested in such matters) does not offer a wireless hotspot, hence this blog entry will appear on the website some time after its timestamp declares it was written.