Well, it’s officially been twelve months since I fell over in Laos while walking from a market to my hotel room. And to celebrate – I had a second surgery. Okay yes, this one is nowhere near as major as the last one and also hurts a lot less at the moment (hold that thought though, haven’t started physio yet). But that doesn’t make it a whole lot less frustrating to find myself in the same position I was twelve months ago, albeit at home rather than in a hotel room with a bag of ice duct-taped to my ankle (cheers Natalia for the fast thinking). Continue reading “The tale of two ankles”
It’s been a while since I really wrote about my life apart from the usual OMG-we’re-back-at-uni-shock post which has become an annual occurrence. The last update was way back in February (click here to read).
Anyway, since netball training isn’t on tonight I went out for a Thursday night run (just my standard easy 5km up to the nursing home, round the nursing home and then home to dinner – quick shout out to Mum for all the hundreds of nights you’ve saved dinner for me in the course of my life!). About 2km in my right leg was in absolute agony from the impact of running – I have absolutely no idea why, I’ve never injured that leg at all and in fact, it’s always been my more naturally strong leg. And for whatever reason my ankle has been really playing up the last week every time I try to jump or run.
Yes, an Eminem reference (I can feel Jes rolling her eyes through the screen). Don’t worry, there is a background to my Eminem obsession – most of you know that I grew up just south of Penrith in a little area called Glenmore Park. Well, when we moved in my first year of uni, a lot of my friends and my life were still out there so I have spent a fairly significant portion of my life driving to and from the ‘Riff to see people. To keep myself awake on these late night drives, I have a playlist called ‘EMINEM YO’ which I rap along to while driving. If you happen to see me driving on the M2 on a Tuesday at roughly 1pm that’s probably what I’m doing when I head home from my weekly study sesh at Kat’s house. At least that explains how I know all the words to Without Me and Real Slim Shady, right?
It’s sometimes said that coming home is the best and worst part of a trip. I feel like this is amplified a lot when your homecoming is a) a lot sooner than you expected and b) after a really, really long time away! Prepare for a very honest blog post – this is very different from the tone of what I’d usually post but I feel like I need to share a few things about how the last few months have been for me. Continue reading “Coming Home”
So it’s been awhile. Kind of a ridiculous while. But I think I can be forgiven considering my current schedule is muchos hectic! Working three days a week and studying full time is proving to be a bit more of a challenge than I initially anticipated, but it’s finally that glorious time of the semester: mid sem break! Continue reading “The semester thus far….”
The annual extended family New Year’s Eve camping trip has come and gone again. For the past seven years or so we’ve been heading down to the South Coast of NSW for a week to go camping. A few times we’ve extended it to a month (usually when Mum realises she has eight weeks off from work and doesn’t want to sit at home), but usually it’s just a standard week.
We’ve been a few different places down there – for four years we camped at Bendalong, a lovely little town (population 400) slightly north of Ulladulla. Then we migrated further south to Lake Tabourie, around ten minutes south of Ulladulla.
So anyway, I didn’t go down on Sunday with the rest of the Tibeston crew due to work commitments. Which turned out to be a good decision – it rained for the ENTIRE DAY. Mum told me later that the queue of caravans down Mount Ousley travelled at around 20km, many with their hazard lights on due to the fog and rain.
Upon arrival, the sites were mud. Churned up, disgusting mud. First stop was to the shops to buy some tarps to cover the sites, so that we could actually walk around them. When we spoke to some fellow campers (sufferers?), they told us that a bikie gang had been camped there for a month before us. That’d be right.
To put the nature of our sites into perspective, upon entry the caravan park was offering people the chance to change sites if they were unusable. Ulladulla had their largest downpour in forty years two days before we arrived. Ducks were swimming on our site. People were being put into cabins because the campsites were literally untenable.
Except for us of course. Because we weren’t in tents, they figured we’d be fine on our sites – apart from the fact that we sank into the ground every time we walked, we probably were better off than 80% of the people in the park.
Luckily on Monday afternoon the sun arrived for a couple of hours. After shifting all of our gazebos so that our tarps could dry out, we headed to the beach. The surf was fantastic after all the rain, and we had a great afternoon with the cousins jumping waves and boogie boarding.
We had a couple of hours of sun on Tuesday as well – the boys all went fishing while we relaxed on the campsite. Every year while camping I develop a new skill. I never go down intending to do it, but it just happens. Last year I learned to crochet. This year, I discovered a cryptic crossword book in the depths of the caravan, and decided to teach myself. So I spent the morning solving a grand total of four clues on my crossword, while everyone else read books and relaxed.
I had to head off on Wednesday because of work, and of course it was the sunniest day in the entire week. Around 30 degrees, clear with great surf. To make myself feel better I stopped off in Kiama to see the blowhole.
Another year, the annual camping trip over. Mum and Dad have already booked us for a month in Umina in December. Hopefully it won’t rain as much and we’ll be able to walk around our campsites!
My friend Mel went through a stage in Year 12 where she was obsessed with the movie Tangled (the HSC did strange things to all of us okay?)
On Monday, we went on a four hour ride at Glenworth Valley – 2 hours in the morning, 2 hours in the afternoon. We were in the second half of our 4-hour horse ride, riding different horses to those we rode in the morning. Mine was called Buddy, and Mel had a large chestnut called Maximus.
About half an hour into the ride, Mel turns to me and says “so basically I’m riding the horse from Tangled!”
My reaction – “what?”
Apparently the horse from Tangled is also called Maximus. I wasn’t aware of this fact before but I’m not entirely surprised that Mel remembered it! She is one of the smartest people I know, studying vet science at Sydney University.
Anyway back to the narrative of the day. We signed up to do one of the four hour trail rides up at Glenworth Valley, roughly 1.5 hours north of Sydney. We’ve done the 2 hour rides before but this was our first time doing the full day experience – we even took a picnic lunch! Very old school.
In the morning we were on tiny little ponies – mine was Dakota and Mel rode her regular horse, a little grey called Annie. Turns out Dakota and Annie don’t get along so well, which made it fun when Mel and I tried to ride next to each other! Annie was rather fond of biting Dakota on the butt every time we went past. On the upside, Annie’s bite tally was only 1 for the entire day – pity my horse was the 1!
We had a wonderful, albeit slightly damp, picnic lunch while catching up on all the goss from the past few months. Then we returned in the afternoon for the second ride, this time on (thankfully) much larger horses called Buddy and Maximus. Since we’re both fairly experienced riders they let us canter on this one, which is always heaps of fun.
Next time we’re thinking of doing one of the all-day free range rides. Hopefully that’ll happen sometime before I go to China! That’s one experience ticked off my bucket list for the summer.