I know. I KNOW, all right? I quite understand how my chronic, economy-sized disorganisation in the face of this trip led some of you to question whether I would get here in one piece. I do see that, despite successfully getting myself across the globe lock, stock and barrel as many times as I have, this time, my making it here seems worthy of nothing less than a set of commemorative stamps.
Worry not. I can currently be found entirely in the place they call Australia, for that is its name.
So. Sunday morning walk in the suburb of Cream Horn: discoveries.
Large trees successfully identified as Moreton Bay figs: 4
Large trees incorrectly identified as Moreton Bay figs: 40
Scary blue-black dinosaurish birds that sound like a strangled lamb with a cold: 8
Astonishingly bright, fast-moving, noisy green and red birds: 8 zillion
Successful photos of astonishingly bright, fast-moving, noisy green and red birds: zero
Spider webs walked into: 1
Spider web-induced nervous breakdowns suffered: 1
Deadly Australian spiders encountered (imaginary): 50
Deadly Australian spiders encountered (actual): zero (yet)
Steep hills descended: 3
Steep hills climbed: 6
Unexpected sudden panoramas of Sydney: 5
Unexpected sudden views of Harbour Bridge:1
Nearby pedestrians surprised by shout of "holy mother of f***, that's the Harbour Bridge": 1
Apologies issued: 1
Spontaneous little jigs of joy danced: 3
Mysteries unsolved: 1
Anyone want to hazard a guess?