fun travel tidbits.

The circumference of the earth: 40,000km
Distance from Groningen to Phoenix: 7,000km
Distance from Phoenix to Sydney: 14,875km
That’s 22,000km, literally halfway around the world.

Distance from Sydney to Groningen: 16,260km.
Nearly the other half, all in one “day”. We figured we were up for about 48 hours from the time we left our Airbnb in Marrickville to the time we got in bed in Groningen. Would we do it again? I think the answer is a resounding yes. Australia, or at least Sydney and the eastern coast of New South Wales, was the shits. 


australia, day 14: avalon.

Ahhoouuwoooouuuahhoooooeoooooooowoooo. Hard not to have it in your head. 

On our last day, flying out at 10pm, after some sourdough toast, which will get its own post, we decided to go see Avalon Beach because it had been on the list and we assumed we’d be sad if we didn’t go. 

It was, in the end, two hours away, but totally worth it. Of the dangerous, unswimmable beaches we visited on this trip, this may have been the best. Surfers were surfing, no one else was in the water recreationally except those of us in the rock pool, where you could kind of smell and taste what the ocean was like without being killed by it.

Then we had a very Japanese bibimbap and fucked off to the airport for 40 hours of travel. 


australia, day 13: loose ends.

After the second Chatham show, we had one free day to chill and pick up things we’d missed. Above and below, Marrickville Market. Corn fritters and stuff from Fritter House. Then plane-watching led us to Ikea and then Botany Bay, where it was so windy we wondered what a real ocean would look like today, so we drove to Maroubra. Then we ate at Bloodwoood. Then we drove to Parramatta to see 1000 fruitbats. 


australia, day 12: another crimson grail.

Beet and watermelon juice at Two Chaps. The Powerball randomness of hourly temperatures in Sydney.

australia, day 11: a crimson grail.

Nelson was off in the Blue Mountains and I had some practical matters to attend to: printing tickets, buying a white t-shirt, and putting my tooth on Sydney’s best banh mi at Marrickville Pork Roll.

Everything I’ve read about this place warns that there is always a line, any time, night or day. Might I recommend 09:27 Friday morning. No line. And yes, the best banh mi I’ve had, which isn’t saying much, but it was a great sandwich. 

Then, printing: 2 dollars. T-shirt: 4 dollars.