Killing It at Colo River.
After a fast arrival into Sydney, I was soon off to the Colo River paradise with my copilot Tom. Awaiting us was a weekend of river swims, kick arounds, bonfires and boardgames, interlaced heavily with drinking and laughing. As we hit the dirt road that takes us the final 6 kilometres, out came the Cafe Patron - the weekend had begun.
Friday night was a filled with arrivals,
but dominated by a significant departure: the death of a medium sized snake.
Spotted at around 10pm, we tried to do all the right things: we called vets, we
called WIRES, we loudly debated what to do for quite some time, but to no
avail. It became him or us, and I dispatched him with a cricket bat. Vale,
The next two days were near perfect facsimiles of one another: wake up, river swim, huge BBQ breakfast feast, laze around, [insert holiday activity here], light fire, retire to fire gaze. I also ran about 25 kilometres, through perfect bush land that followed the river. Beats the shit out of a treadmill in Shanghai.
There were key differences, though. We played a huge game of poker at one point, and Nic delicately (and perfectly) spit roasted what was most of a lamb. We listened to a couple of grand finals on the radio, and enjoyed a delicious selection of ales (which are all the rage now, it seems). The sun barely stopped shining, and the conversation never dried up.
So yeah, pretty much the perfect weekend.