So we went on a little holiday to Australia in April. This was the first trip I’ve taken where I’ve actually been nervous about the flight. I like flying, got extremely comfortable sitting on a plane for 7-8 hours between London and Toronto while I was living in the UK, but this was a whole new chestnut.
Maybe it was not only meeting the rest of my partner’s family (aside from his lovely parents who I’ve already met), but because we were staying with them for 20 days as well. It could also have been the pressure of weighing whether or not Australia could be my next new home.
I should also mention that I have pretty severe RLS (restless leg syndrome – yes it’s a real thing) and I can barely sit through a 2-hour film.
Our first flight was cancelled, and the second delayed. We still arrived only an hour late. My baggage had gotten left behind, but the airline was so great, they couriered it to us a day later. Overall not a bad experience, and I spent minimal time looking like a wild animal. However, from now on, Dorian and I have decided to pack 1/2 our things in each others suitcases. For dinner Dorian’s parents made us homemade gnocchi and I was shown by Dorian’s father how to roll it properly on his grandfather’s invented gnocchi roller apparently made from shopping trolleys! How cool is that!!
On the second day, we were meant to go out for dinner with Dorian’s parents and sister for dinner. My baggage hadn’t arrived yet, so I made Dorian take me to a pharmacy to get some replacement make up and bobby pins in an attempt to tame my rogue bangs.
Earlier that day we relocated to Dorian’s sister’s house. I was excited to get some dog loving from her German Shepherd, Artua, and terrier mix Rose.
While everyone was at work, Dorian and I started doing mini adventures nearby. We drove to some pretty disappointing destinations – i.e. a national park that turned out to just be a random tiny forest, and another alleged park that we couldn’t find road access into. But some neat things happened along the way. We drove through the smoke from a burn pile. It was burning season, so there were controlled fires everywhere. We visited a Fauna park in Kyabram, which is not something I would normally agree to, but I wanted to see as much wildlife as I could and was quite disappointed that kangaroos weren’t hopping all over the place, and Koala’s weren’t hanging out of all the trees along the roads as I expected them to be. Silly, I know.
I was most excited to see a wombat. They are the cutest little creatures. I was bummed out when we discovered they were passed out in their dark little huts, sleeping on their backs like they had a hard night of drinking. The kangaroos were free to roam in the park, but they didn’t seem too enthusiastic. One had a gnarly eye that was stitched and pus-filled, poor fellow. I was able to pet one, and that was cool.
We were so well fed by my partner’s family that it was hard to leave the countryside where they reside for the city. We visited a few more spots, had a lovely day with his parents in a nearby town and then we were off to the city.