Home again

I love my aggro bunnies.

Stepping off the plane, I just could not stop grinning madly for three days from hearing all the aussie accents surrounding me. Twas music to my ear.

The next homecoming shock, less happily, is that one cannot initially stop comparing things between ones hometown and various cities of residence with a bit of wonder. It gets rather tiresome for the people around you who cannot understand what on earth you are on about, if they have not had similar experiences themselves. For example, it is amazing what previously was not absorbed into the consciousness, suddenly you notice all around you. In this charmed life, why the hell do I want to be sharing my morning hot chocolate or coffee with a barely clad amazon goddess?? (I cant speak for the boys here.) It was actually pleasant not to be confronted with lingere ads in the public space in the prc.

Rants aside, am loving the fresh produce and gastronomy at home with a date at Bilson's in my diary. Raw food!! The 'ayaii' housemaid who came in once a week to do the cooking en masse always tsk tsked me for eating fresh raw food: "not good for women's Qi" aunty'd reprobate me. I've a good mind to coincide my next Sydney pilgrammage with Good Food Month again.