Posts Tagged ‘kodak moment’
Slack…
Great word slack. So descriptive…
Certainly not using it in the business sense, nor is it anything physical (ooer missus), but more in terms of my updating you on my travels in straaaaailyaaaa.
Well, to be honest . It’s just been ok.
Sydney on paper, scores well. Good centre of commerce, business opportunities, stunning weather, views, established ‘cool’ scene, plenty lovely bars, restaurants, clubs and although it has The Opera House, it does score fairly low on the cultural side.
The harbour and ‘that view’ are picture perfect, but Sydney itself is a 60% facsimile of a city like London. Sorry Sydney-siders I know that will not be a popular view, but despite trying I just find myself a little disconnected, unable to emotionally connect (jeez, get me to Oprah’s couch), with this as a place.
That said, I’m having a grand old time.
Great working with my very talented colleagues out here (unsung heros in my book), and I’m living the life with my apartment, dinners out every night, you know how it is. I’ve also been lucky enough to catch up with a couple of old agency mates (one more to go), caught up with someone I worked with donkeys years ago randomly in the six degrees of separation exercise (although out here it’s more like one or two), eaten in a lot of lovely eateries, etc, etc, etc…
This weekend however, the tour takes me to Melbourne. A city I love!
It has a cultural heart. It has a European soul. It has blue blood running through its lovely little veins. The weather might throw four seasons at you in one day, but by god it’s stunning. When I was here three years ago, I was there for about five days, two of which I sadly spent bedridden with a horrible flu (my travelling companion found plenty to stay occupied with however!).
So, it’s off to see Pinky and Princess Jay, who is the little sis of one of my closest high school chums. They’ve prepared the West Wing for me, and I can’t wait to see them. More tonight on the Kodak moments of the past few days, a jesus racing van (seriously!), Alf Stewart, the odd Opera House snap, and a few of the reasons why I do like Sydney…
Iain is ready for Melbourne!
Day three: Breakfast
Say cheese...
A Japanese family decided to take the table next to me at breakfast.
Loud, poor table manners. Still, playing to stereotypes, they all had swish cameras.
Quite why breakfast featured so many golden Kodak moments is truly beyond me…
It’s 32 degrees outside, and I have a stack of work to do. Boo.
Still, this secondment is great. It’s something that I think most people in the service industry in Britain should actually do.
Everyone from the manager, porter, maitre de, right down to the the bar boys n’girls and cleaners. Asia really gets good service. Us Brits could learn a lot from them…
Iain finds himself a touch sleepy on day three of the tour.
