Daily Log

Sometimes you are just in the right place at the right time. The morning started with our reformed breakfast savings initiative; store bought feast from town. After an hour of news papers, porridge and below average plunger coffee, we dressed in earnest for a scenic boat ride. A boat ride that the two brave straight boys chickened out of because of a little wind.
Instead, we bundled up the mountains with backpack and bottled water to see Wineglass bay by foot. It was breathtaking; literally choking for breath in the six degree oxygen deprived hilltops. But on inspection of the photos on our return, we found that the beach had in fact been stunning and not just an hypoxial illusion.
Food crazed, I drove the roaring x-trail at road limits the fifteen minute drive to Bincheno for lunch. Pay no mind that it took thirty minutes yesterday. Blue eyed travala obviously is named for vanity reasons, because it missed a barging trawler barrelling down on it in the calm ocean and found its way on to my plate. Where, after our walk, it was inhaled like thin hill-top air, along with half of the plate, before the waitress could even lay it down. It was fortunate I didn't continue up her arm.
Lunch dominated, two weary boys struggled to keep their eyes open on the way back to the hotel. Which, with the needs of the stomach allayed, again took thirty minutes. Our goal now was sleep and work. I am pleased to say we achieved neither. We chilled out for hours and did nothing.
It wasn't a dark and stormy night, I should have been, but that is the weather for you (line stolen from Good Omens). An ill fated omen, drifted across from the main land and took me for a sixer. Fortunately, I had best friend around. He grabbed me and following a few metaphorical slaps, had me in the bar and seeing reason. For a guy who started as disgusted by gays, he showed me again that as a worrier of the modern age, battles would separate me, as it had us before, from the people I loved. He protected me from myself, as nobody else but he could have done, and made me listen. Fate had blessed me to put me where I was. After loosing local history trivia; six drinks down. We ate dinner and returned for bed. Where he would allow one email to set the record on the main-land gay, as he put it.