The good ole US of A have their 4th of July with all its wanky ceremonial nonsense and rifle toting over exuberance; The UK has its string of much loved and longed for bank holidays for spending on the motorway between friends and relatives and, having experienced both, I have to say that Australia day has got me wondering as to what, in the heady world of public holidays, could be better?
Having spent a measly $30 on Kayak hire, Cath and I, along with a couple of mates paddled across the harbour to a little cove known as Milk Beach (introduced to us as 'Mulk Beach' by our friendly South African boat master) to swim among the rocks and take in the boat and air shows taking place over our new home. The only pomp and circumstance you'll find on this public holiday lies in beer, relaxation and just generally having a laugh with everyone (especially when you fall out of the boat... twice). A quick sleep in the park followed by a brief stop at the fish market to pick up some giant Tuna steaks and we're set to finish off our very first Australia day with a couple of tinnies and an obligatory Barbie. You beaut!
In one of the most English experiences we've had since we've been here, we decided that we wouldn't be going 'sarf ovva rivva' for New Years Eve and opted for a North Bank affair.
Having camped out at the point for 9 hours with a large portion of the UK's sport 'science' students, I can say that I'm glad we went down to see the fireworks but reckon we'll try something different next time. Quite frankly, I missed the toboggans.
However, this new year is looking like it's going to be a cracker as I start my exciting new job next week and I can't wait to get stuck in.