Day 1 of The first 101 days in Oz

Having landed late last night, and being awake for quite some time in the middle of the night, unsurprisingly a nice long lie in occured today. 

Having stuck the laundry on (not actually giving it to someone else in a carrier bag and hoping it came back in a reasonable condition) …..using an actual washing machine…..located in the place we were actually staying…and under our control….. it was time to delight in the use of a shower for which I could control the temperature and pressure, and actually feel like I’ve thoroughly cleaned myself the first time in a long time.

Ok, so Brisbane has just started a very hot and humid heatwave, so I’m not gonna stay like that for long……but then I could have another later!

Just as I think about walking round to the local shop for the basics, we get whisked off to the local supermarket (thanks to a lift from our kind hosts in their air conditioned car), where we go a bit mad for fresh fruit, vegetables (I’ve been craving roast vegetables for quite some time now), and various familiar looking delights and I only realise when heading towards the checkout that I have less than $100 cash in my pocket and my credit card is still in the security pouch it has lived in for the last 4 months, which I had relished that morning at not needing to put back around my waist! Kind hosts to the rescue, we headed back and literally filled the fridge.

Yep, that’s right, a fridge….ours to use as we wish…..in the place we were staying!

Next it was onto the first bit of bureaucracy of moving to a new country – telling the tax man I’m here, and letting him provide me with my unique reference to enable me to pay him in the future (aside, not sure why I stuck with the traditional man label here?), otherwise known as submitting my application for a tax file number. All quite easily done using an online system, and my number should be received in the post within the next couple of weeks…..that’s right……in the post…..to the place where we are staying!

Having picked up every tourist brochure under the sun at the airport (not an untypical habit of a traveller), I started to read through those,  and compiling a list of things I’d like to do……this has now formed the basis of my Brisbane based bucket list.

It seems I had then had enough of sitting, because I decided to go for a run. Yes, a run, in lycra, in the area I’m staying in, despite the heat and the hills. Because it’ll be ‘normal’ to randomly run here. But it is blooming hot…..and the hills are everywhere.  Short intervals it is then. But that’s alright…..I’ve got time to improve and get back to the running ……’cos I live here now!

Without realising the peril, our hosts had pointed out the nearest takeaway whilst out in the car earlier, and oh yeah, I do fancy an Aussie burger! So the vegetables stayed in the fridge for tonight, and that burger was exactly how I remember an Aussie burger to be….yum!

The Burger - with the lot
The Burger – with the lot

Skypeing with my Mum finished the day off nicely.

Oh and I did have that second shower ☺