Stranger Language

I survived last night till about 11pm, or about 7am in the previous time zone, so plan "don't get jetlag" has been crowned a success. Unfortunately, I didn't have the best night with a soar throat, and it is again past 7am as I'm writing this. Zzzzzz

Other than that, today was a "meet people" day. I bailed on one part of the family, spent three hours with the train system, and met with more family, where I only had half an many cousins, but at least he tells me about every tractor that we drive past. Individually.

Talking about the train system, I cannot describe my jealousy. Comfortable seats, enough space, quiet, and comfortable. Some even had power. When I compare this to the spectacular cramped, expensive, uncomfortable buses that seem to be the only land transport possibility for the majority of Australia, I just cry.

I did go to an ice cafe which I used to frequent, and that I used to easily get recognised. The lady who used to run the shop unfortunately passed away, but this did not prevent the husband from still recognising me. Even after I would have thought that I've changed so much...

The stranger language comes from the region which I'm in now. Increasingly I need to think really hard to try and decipher some of the noises which people make, but I do regard this as part of the fun.

Not a very exciting blog today considering that I didn't even take any pictures, but today was for the people. You want exciting, there is a croatian trip in the works. Zzzzzz