Celebrating Church In Church

Today is the day we celebrate Pentecost. The day the first Christian church was started.

So what did I do that was so special?

I went to my new home church for the first time.

One of my favorite Pastor’s from my old church has started his own church, before I left for Australia they were meeting in his house, while in Australia, they found a larger place to meet, and are currently working for a building to truly call our own.

It was good seeing Dennis again. I love his teaching, and I love the feel of the church.

Anyone but Jay might take what I am about to say as an insult, but is actually quite a compliment.

CCF (Dennis’s Church) has quite a 3^rd world country church feel to it.

What is that suppose to mean Edward?

Anyone who has been in a church service in a 3^rd world country can see that whoever is there is there because they REALLY want to be there. They have music which is primarily based on a keyboard, and NO one can hold a note to save their life, but EVERYone sings anyway because they actually want to. It is plain and simple and yet filled with heart and love.

Church the way I think it should be. Sure, there are a couple people there I could do without, but, that will always happen ANYwhere.

The point is… it was awesome.

Being that CCF is conveniently located near Ed and Lulu’s house, and I have yet to see Lindsey, I thought I’d swing by.

Very glad I did.

I walked in and Ed said, “Lindsey, who’s here?” she looked up at me, and ran into the kitchen with her drink. “well that was uneventful” I thought to myself, then, suddenly, she came running around the couch with open arms yelling “EDWARD!” and leaped into my arms.

I must have hugged her for 10 minutes and it still wasn’t enough.

I cannot believe how good that feeling was. It made me look forward to being a father.

Lindsey having been seen, it was time to visit my other adopted niece and her older brother. So I drove to Phil’s house and he wasn’t there, didn’t matter, I was there for Angie and the kids anyway. Nic is huge! And Sonia is growing up so much…

Can so much really change in 6 months?!

I wonder what other changes I have to catch up on.

It is good to be home.

Different.

But good.

Scaling A Lizard

Just a little off of Highway 154 near the Gun Club is a little known place referred to as “Lizard’s Mouth”.

Why is it called Lizard’s Mouth? Well, probably because it looks like a giant Lizard’s head with its mouth stretched open wide. See:



The original plan was to have a large group of people go.

I don’t know what happened to all of you, but, I at least got to see Thomas, Theresa, and Patty again.



PLUS! Austin and Brian!!!



Thomas also brought up a group from his church college group. The city slickers having retreated back down the mountain to Santa Barbara (with the girls) the 4 of us Camp Staffers who were left decided to set out on a quest for adventure!!!



Actually, we started looking for a specific boulder with a cave on the inside of it that ended up turning into an adventure.

The first time Brian and I went there, was while we were both Aquatics staff in 2007. We found this awesome rock, that me, him, and our other friend Tyler could all fit in (note, we are all 6ft or taller). In all our return trips up there, we have never found it again. So, we went looking for it.

Didn’t find it…

We did however find a lot of cool stuff! Like this cave for example:




And check out the contrast between the dead burned branches from the Gap fire a few years ago, and the brand new growth from this spring growing ON the burned branches:



Nature is AMAZING!

Then there was “Eagle’s Head” rock formation:



Despite the rough and ruggedness of our journey:





There were some moments that we got to relax and catch our breath



You see, there was a trail at one point… but then we left it, and began to make our own



And the result of us deciding to make our own trail:



Nevertheless! The four of us came out of the wilderness victorious! (alive)



Then there was a drive to the Ranch to have lunch and visit Mom Liz. On this drive, I got to see something I haven’t seen in a really long time…

The Santa Ynez Valley and Lake Cachuma from the North bound downward slope off the Pass:



After a lunch of Ranch Pizza (which by the way, as proof that my stomach has shrank, I was only able to have 3 slices of) we drove to the other side of the Ranch and visited Lizard aka Mom Liz. My camp Mom/Austin’s REAL Mom.

Home

It is good to be back on the Central Coast

Tomorrow, mass visit with more people I haven’t seen yet and some other form of adventure!

Ignacio Anaya = My Hero

Ignacio “Nacho” Anaya was an employee of a small restaurant called “the Victory Club” in Piedras Negras, Mexico. One night in the early 1940’s after the kitchen had closed, a group of people came in extremely hungry asking for whatever he had available. Not knowing what else to do, he went into the kitchen, got some chips and melted some cheddar cheese on top and threw on some sliced Jalapenos. He then brought them out to the table and presented the dish as “Nacho’s Especiales” (Nacho’s special dish).

Your history lesson of the day complete… allow me to continue with my story.

So while I was in Australia, the Robin to my Batman finally got his driver’s license and decided to take a bit of an adventure to the north part of the county. After driving up and spending the night, Matt and I drive down to Santa Barbara where I reunited with many of my Santa Barbarian friends like Ryan.



We of course must follow tradition and go to Rose café on the Mesa.

Why go specifically there?

Because they have the BEST Nachos in Santa Barbara!

While enjoying the best Nachos in Santa Barbara (beef, beans, rice, cheese, and CILANTRO!) our friend Thomas informs us that today is his graduation. Being the good friend I am (and having nothing else to do and always being up for an adventure) I take the chance to spend some more time with my old friend (and of course visit with my favorite ex who happens to be his little sis)



After graduation, Matt and I visit our other old friend Gerard, the Lodge Chief who I served as Vice Lodge Chief to. Funny in hind sight looking at myself as “Vice Lodge Chief” to anyone after having been Lodge Chief myself for 2 years. Anyway, Matt, Tony, and I hung out with Gerard for a bit then headed back to Thomas’s house where Matt totally kicked our asses in Scrabble (beginners luck mind you) and Thomas was so kind as to give me a ride home.

Tomorrow: a day I have been looking forward to for quite awhile!

Hike to Lizard’s Mouth!!!

Further Up and Further In!

As most of you know, The Chronicles of Narnia are my favorite series of books. (Spoiler alert!) The end of the last book, “The Last Battle” ends kind of like The Departed.

…everybody dies (except Mark Walberg).

Once everyone is dead, and all the old friends are reunited in what is called “Aslan’s Country – The TRUE Narnia”. In other words… Heaven.

You see, the Earth we live in, C.S. Lewis calls “The Shadowlands”. This life is nothing more than a shadow of eternal life. Look at your shadow. It is a glimpse of your own shape, but it is certainly not a very good, very accurate portrayal of what you really look like is it? Nowhere near as good as a mirror or picture. This is what C.S. Lewis used to try to explain the contrast between this life and the next.

So what did Aslan’s Country look like?

It was richer in color, it was like the difference between watching something in 1950’s black and white, and then seeing something in 2011 HD Blue Ray disc (ya, that’s right, it’s 2010 and I said 2011 that’s how awesome the difference is). The mountains where taller, grass greener, water sweeter, one could run and not grow weary, walk for ages and not faint.

What does this all have to do with anything?

(Waiver: to my Aussie friends, take no offence to this, this is more about being home than it does about not being other places, I would love to still be with ya’lls)

I have been home for a couple days now and I have noticed something…

The hills overlooking Santa Maria look bigger.

I know, it sounds odd, I’m sure it is not really the case, especially since if anything; due to erosion they should technically be smaller.

…but they look bigger.

Every time I look at the hills, they look larger than I left them. Even Mount Figueroa in the distance seems bigger.

It reminds me of the last two chapters of “The Last Battle”.

I think I now have a much better understanding of what C.S. Lewis was talking about when he described Heaven.

I am not saying the Central Coast IS Heaven… I am just saying, I have an even greater appreciation for it than I did before, and “I can only imagine” what Heaven will be like compared to all the beauty that I have seen here on a “corrupted” Earth whether in Kenya, Thailand, Micronesia, Central America, or even my own back yard here on the Central Coast…



…Heaven looks like it will be AMAZING!

Welcome Home

“California, here I come
Right back where I started from
Where bowers are flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning
Birdies sing and everything
A sun kissed miss said “Don’t be late!”
That’s why I can hardly wait,
Open up that Golden Gate!
California, here I come!”


Well, actually, I’m already here.

Funny how one moment you can be so sad to leave a place you love (like Australia for example) and yet the next moment you can be so over joyed to be in a place you love (like the Central Coast for example).


I forgot that Fiji is in the Southern Hemisphere, which means I didn’t get to see a Fijian sunset. I did however get one final glimpse of the Southern Cross from the airplane during takeoff from Fiji. Then I got to LAX almost a half hour before I was supposed to and practically flew through customs, which, would have been awesome had I had someone waiting for me. Instead though… I got to wait two and a half hours until my shuttle came.

I’m not sure how long I made it… but I fell asleep in the shuttle pretty quick. Ended up waking up just awhile from Santa Barbara. Made a switch in Goleta.

Only an hour more!!!

Then, it happened, we pulled off the freeway at Main St.

Pulled up to the curb, from the window I could see Phil’s truck and Deanna’s Honda with her and Val inside talking to Phil.

Home

I stepped off the shuttle, grabbed my sea bags, and walked over to Deanna’s Honda, dropping my bag and hugging Val.

This is the first time they have seen me in nearly a half year. Val nearly pissed himself. He was in amazement. So much so, he picked me up, something he hasn’t been able to do in awhile. My bag’s went into the Deanna’s car, I got into Phil’s truck, and we went back to my house where my Madre had some enchiladas waiting for us.

Home

My mother nearly choked me while giving me a hug. Phil kept commenting on the fact that his hands met in my back when we hugged. Val made me get on the scale and tell me how much I was when I left before I got on. Then Luke (who is on occasion called “Donny”) showed up, and a good time was had by all.

Home

Everyone went to sleep. I couldn’t. I stayed up.

I drove around town for a little bit (on the American side of the road) then, having concluded my tour of Santa Maria with a bit of a pit stop, I turn the wheel to return back to base. The moment I get on to the freeway, a new (to me) song came on the radio that ended as I pulled up to the house.

The end of the day felt like the end of an episode of House, where they montage what is going on with all the cast and specifically with House himself while they play a song that fits the situation perfectly to really bring emotion to what is going on with the characters…

…I found this song very fitting to the current situation:

Even Rocky Had a Montage

Time in Australia = over.

Sad day.

It is also however, a good day to look back at my time here, and see what I have accomplished.

15 Feb 09: the day after St. Valentine’s Day, and the day after I broke free of the clutches of the succubus.
Weight: 315+ pounds (143+ kg)
Neck/Belly measurement: 18.5/53+ inches (47/137+ cm)
BMI: 35.5%

I was beginning to feel quite down on myself and lacking moral… it was a bit like this:






Ok, I didn’t take the EAC to get there, but, Paul does have the same awesome beard that Sir Anthony Hopkins is sporting in that last seen.

December 4th 2009
Me with my newely found in the airport friend Kai:



Ya… fatty… I know…


5 months of back breaking work in an Australian farm town during their summer…




So, after all that work… take another quick look at the above picture… and now…


16 May 10:




Yes I know I’m wearing the same shirt… I PLANNED IT that way.

Weight: 245 pounds (111 kg)
Neck/Belly measurement: 16.75/41.5 inches (42.5/105 cm)
BMI: 24.75%



BMI lost: 10.75 %

Navy requirement: 22%

Still not quite there, but way closer then I was





As sad as I am to say goodbye to Australia, I am glad to say goodbye to bad health.


A new adventure to come…

ONWARD!

Aus and CA

No matter how much I love Australia…





No matter where I was actually born…




CALIFORNIA is my home!




...and, to paraphrase a group of fellow Southern Californians…




Well Sydney girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Aussie girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I’m down there

The Leeton farmer’s daughters really make you feel alright
And the Melbou_ne girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be Californiaaaaa Girls

The North coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on cook island
Birds by a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be Californiaaaa Girls…


Raise your glass everyone, here’s one for going home!


Cheers Mates!

Koalas, Frogs, and an Emu

The first two days after my experiment ended, I practically didn’t leave the hostel. I spent quite a bit of time typing, and then posting all 31 of the last blogs up at once.


The Hostel’s reaction to my experiment, and the review is still to come, as, well, truth is I am still taking it all in.



Being homeless aside, life back in the hostel!


Well, have made a new set of lifelong backpacker friends. Two days ago I went out on the streets with two of them:




Annie and Laurence from England. We explored Darling Harbor and had lunch as we watched Jessica sail in to Sydney Harbor from her historic journey.


A surprising thing has happened while drinking with the others in the hostel at night. The Germans, the English, the Sweedes and Dutch, I’ve always gotten along with, but, these last couple days… I’ve started to really get along with another group of guys here. To help explain this new turn of events, I turn to Mel Gibson for some illustrative help:





Ya, that’s right, I’ve been talking to my roommate Jon a lot more. He actually if fun to drink with. A fellow avid movie watcher, me and him actually double teamed one of the English guy’s who is crazy enough to say that Daniel Craig is the best Bond, and you should hear how much passion a drunken Jon puts into defending the fact that Episode 3 rather than Episode 6 is the best Star Wars (Episode 6 though is the one with Leah in the Gold Bikini, I don’t understand how ANY of the other episodes tops that). Our Star Wars difference aside, when it comes to James Bond, we both agree… Scotland forever!

The other case in favor of Jon was the other night when one of the English and one of the Germans brought up the past

English: (speaking to Jon pointing to German) WHO SAVED YOUR ASS FROM HIM!? WE DID! England!
German: Bullshit
Jon: Dis is not quite true
English: NOT QUITE TRUE! Man, he (pointing to German) had already invaded you! You guys didn’t do shit! We came in, and WE saved your ass
Jon: No you didn’t… you tried to…
English: Watchu mean tried to but didn’t?
German: Jon’s got a point
English: NO he doesn’t! We came in, kicked your ass (to German) and saved his (about Jon)
Jon: No no no… HIS people (pointing to me) saved our ass, you just tried to, you guys sucked until he showed up.
English: oh… well… we were still on the same side…



On to yesterday…


I got a small pack of small Koalas for 10 of my lucky friends who missed out last time I was here. If I could, I’d bring you all back a piece of Australia, but, I’m poor, broke, and no one else made any requests, so there ya go.


Then, I took a ferry ride out to Taronga Zoo where I made another new friend, who, though very very cute, I better not get to attached to.




Me and Baby Emu (I am leaving the genderizing and naming process to its future owner) saw quite a few of the sites in Sydney Harbor

Like the Opera House:



And of course the Harbor Bridge:



Then Baby Emu and I rode the subway back to King’s Cross, and this is where something I think really funny happened…

I think this Baby Emu has walked past more Adult Book Stores, Pubs, Strip Clubs, and Hookers, than the person it’s going to.


…Well…

…I thought it was funny anyway.



Today is my last full day in Australia.

Woke up, went for a jog with Laurence in which he helped me remake a classic scene in cinematic history, but that to come later, for now, just a hint/teaser:




Plans for the rest of the day?

I’m really not sure. Saying good bye to Noonas is for sure, and a sunset from Watson’s Bay might happen depending on the weather.


I know one thing for sure, whatever today holds, it will be bittersweet.

Life on the Streets: Day 7 – Part 5

Day: Tuesday
Time: 1222
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf #4





Little more than an hour and a half left to go.




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Day: Tuesday
Time: 1300
Location: Park side of Library




1 hour left.

Walked past the plaza I didn’t walk into all the way. Took some pics of stuff hiding in bushes.












There seems to be some marathon/relay type event in park, not sure how many homeless I will find. Might just go walk through Woolloomooloo again to try finding the church I missed, then, east on Williams, and…


…home.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 1300
Location: Middle of Domain




No homeless. Park is filled with middle aged soccer players and business men and women on their lunch break.

A bunch of white collar workers in suits sitting in the park. I don’t know if there is much better evidence that God intended us to spend more time outdoors and less time in cubicles.

Ray’s indoctrination might have taken some hold.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 1334
Location: Williams & Forbes




Did not find the church. I DID find homeless people. Three to be exact. One of them sleeping behind dumpsters.

Did I mention how my favorite book starts off?

With the death of a homeless person, outside a church whose door is locked, do to hypothermia (a preventable death)



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 1349
Location: King’s Cross - The Fountain







Masar is not working. Did learn the new guy’s name (new to me) is “Sam”. And so, with the last 10 minutes counting down, I anxiously await the end of myself appointed exile when I can walk the 166 steps down the alley to my home in Sydney.






Before I forget…

Last night’s figures are as follows:

Chinatown – Central = 2
Central = 11
Central – South Hyde = 1
North Hyde & Tunnel = 13
Park – Cross = 4
Cross = 11
Park – Library = 1
Library & Plaza = 10+
Library – Circular Quay = 2
Circular Quay = 3

I will be typing an over all recap review about what I thought about this past week, but it might not be for a couple days so as to further allow this to soak in.

Life on the Streets: Day 7 – Part 4

Day: Tuesday
Time: 1120
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf #4





Just took a walkabout the Quay toward the Rocks. Only homeless person is the old guy that lays on his side wherever he is. I said hi as I passed him on the other side of Wharf 4 and kept walking. When I got near the water, I saw a large fish breech the surface and so I watched it swim for a bit until it swam off. I turned around… and there was side laying guy! Of course… laying on his side. I’ve only seen him walk, once, and I don’t remember it being that quick.

My ankle has been hurting all morning and I look forward to it giving me a break when I get back to the hostel and relax. Shoulder hasn’t hurt that bad or that much.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 1140
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf #4


Time to make fun of white people again.

I’ve noticed that most all the white and a limited number of Asian parents that walk by me will put as much space between me and their kids as possible, and if they notice their kid notice me, they accelerate to get out of visual. Non-Anglos and half the other Asians for the most part (exceptions on both sides) will walk right by me. Even if they don’t smile back or acknowledge my being here, they do nothing to shelter their children from the sight of a homeless person.

My Madre, though worrisome and overcautious as she might be, did little to hide the fact that evil is in the world and that bad things happen, even to good people. When I was younger, I always figured I knew more about the world then the other Anglos (Whenever I make fun of whites remember, I myself am ¼ English with an English based given & surname) because my Father died when I was five and my Mother and I were born in the 3rd world. So yes, I did think it was culture related. But now as I grow up and have learned more about other cultures, I see how much deeper it goes.

For example, here is one easy experiment to do that I first learned about from Pastor Aaron and then observed it when my niece Lindsey was still a baby and toddler. Get a mixed ethnicity group of people (preferably women) and pass a one year old around the group (preferably sitting in a circular formation) notice how many of the Anglos hold the baby/toddler facing themselves so that they can easily look at each other. Then notice how many Hispanics, Asians, and anyone else you have there, tend to hold the child at minimum perpendicular to themselves so the baby can see most of the group. This is the beginning of social development. These of you who hold children, think of the way, you hold them and consider your own ethnic background.

I don’t mean to go into a Pocahontas style rant of “you think you own whatever land you land on…” but I will say this, I think it is sad that the most successful Empire in modern time has some of the worst food. I mean, there is bread pudding, and most people like fish n chips, but, besides that…

Trust me, I’m going somewhere with this. Most of the world, including (but not limited to the same degree) Americans, view eating as a social activity. Anglos however kind of leave if at “invite people over for dinner” whereas most the rest of the world makes a day of it. I remember when I was dating Sarah who was Anglo, Brit & Russian ancestry, and I told her to go to Ed & Lulu’s after work or whatever for dinner, because it was like Lindsey’s 2nd birthday. When she got there, she couldn’t believe how loud the neighbors had their music. Why? Because who would blast it at a 2 year olds birthday? Well, apparently Hondurans. Also related to my Ex’s and Ed & Lulu… the most recent succubus took about a year to be fully trained that when you want to go over there, you get in the car and drive over. The first three months she wouldn’t even go without hearing from at least my Madre that she was in fact invited. I should have broken up with her then and saved myself a lot of trouble.

Anglos… in terms of economics, we are the most successful ethnicity, and have been for awhile, but, while living in a 100% Anglo environment, in 66 days I got 3.5 hugs (the ½ was a “bro” during a pool game).

There is a Jack Johnson song called “People Watching” and the lyrics go:

“Well I’m just people watching, the other people watching me, the other people watching we. We’re as lonely as we wanted to be, we’re all as lonely as we wanted to be, just as lonely as we wanted to be.”

I wonder if we Anglos could harness our passion for accomplishments and wealth, and direct it at people, what sort of world would we live in?

Life on the Streets: Day 7 – Part 3

Day: Monday
Time: 0147
Location: Hyde Park




In the Park = 5
St. James Station = 2
Tunnel = 6

Same number in the tunnel as last night, but far fewer in park itself. Something I forgot to write about last night is that one of the guys in north west part of park actually has a small portable TV that he plugs in and leaves on while he sleeps.

New observation of the night:

Tonight there where people in St. James visible from the entrance which is new from past nights. St. James Station has two entrances, one in the northwest, as I already mentioned, and another just east of the halfway point of the northern side. St. James Station however is also a station I never use, so unlike Circular Quay, Central, and King’s Cross, I am very unfamiliar with the layout. Two were awake and visible. With no trains running, I have no excuse to be down there…

Opted to just count those two and keep moving instead of risking it like smaller tunnel.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0100
Location: Darlinghurst & Williams




4, maybe 5, one was really questionable. She could have been or just on the road to it.

13 hours to go.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0116
Location: Darlinghurst & Williams


11!

Did not stop to chat with anyone, in fact, didn’t even see anyone. Bypassed a lot of the strip clubs and hookers by taking Bayswater back here instead of staying on Darlinghurst.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0135
Location: St. Mary’s





From Kings Cross back to park.

Potential correction, I think she was just a hooker who the years have not treated well.

On a different note…

Bats fighting sound like a cat fight in the air, which, if your just walking along minding your own business and this suddenly happens over your head, it pretty much freaks the crap out of you.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0147
Location: Hunter & Macquarie




This place is loaded with homeless!

I didn’t even walk all the way in, but where the wall meets the floor is lined with them all the way around the plaza. There is one lonely one outside the library as well.

Off to the Quay




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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0200
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf 5





Three of the usuals are here (Grandma, the crazy apostle, and the one other guy I don’t have a nickname for). There is only a light breeze, nothing too bad. It could be because I’m still warm from the walk, but I haven’t put Jacket #2 on yet. Should soon while I’m still warm.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0713
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf 5


Just woke up. Wasn’t freezing last night.

Cold, not freezing.

7 hours left.

Going to try sleeping through as much of it possible.







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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0800
Location: Opera House – Bench in gate




Back to my spot near the Opera House.


This is my view of the Opera House:




And the water:




And the trail that connect this spot to the main walk way:




With 6 hours left. I’m going to nap.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 1010
Location: Location: Opera House – Bench in gate


4 Hours left.

It was creepy how few people there where at about 9 am (only counted four) think I’ll spend last bit of time people watching at Circular Quay.

Life on the Streets: Day 7 – Part 2

Day: Monday
Time: 2000
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf 4


18 hours left till I shower.

ALSO! Recorded a little of his playing for you:












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Day: Monday
Time: 2040
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf 4


Hungarian Accordion Guy took another break.

Joseph, “your uncle’s” name is Richard.

He thinks I should made a pass at cute mime girl, BUT!

…mime it.

I’m intrigued by the challenge.



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Day: Monday
Time: 2113
Location: Circular Quay – Wharf 4


Hungarian Richard the Accordion Guy is done for the night. I am going to take the next ferry to Darling Harbor so that I can walk through Chinatown on my way to Central then to have a repeat of last night’s path with some modifications. I might still walk through the Cross, maybe, definitely won’t stop and chat if I do.

Before I set out on tonight’s journey, the numbers from last night are as follows:

Chinatown = 4
Central = 7
Central – Golbern = 5
Golbern – South Hyde = 2
North Hyde & Tunnel = 17
Hyde – Cross = 2
Cross = 8
Cross – C. Quay = 2
Circular Quay = 4

Oh ya, and two midgets.

I know, I am not suppose to be count them, but I thought it was an interesting statistic to share.



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Day: Monday
Time: 2305
Location: Darling Harbor – Near IMAX




Under 15 hours.

Took ferry from Circular Quay to Darling Harbor. Didn’t fall asleep because I stayed studying, but I did have a microsleep while still on the wharf though. I hope it ends with the experiment.

About to start on tonight’s journey, lil boys room pit stop first, then to Central via Chinatown.



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Day: Monday
Time: 2335
Location: Under Pier St.





I got out of Maccas and could have sworn I heard Celia Cruz in the distance. I followed the sound…

YES!!!

The music of my people is alive and well in a night club near Chinatown. Going to come back later in the week to check it out.



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Day: Monday
Time: 2354
Location: Central Station





Only one of the front door regulars there tonight. Him and eight others are what I count in here tonight. Only two in Chinatown. The ones missing where last night’s druggies.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0
Location: Eddy & Pitt (outside Central Station)


14 hours left.

2 more showed up as I was walking out.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0010
Location: Pitt & Liverpool





Only 1 so far.



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Day: Tuesday
Time: 0019
Location: Inner Park St.




Again, only 1, near Museum station, looked mentally off, hence the lack of contact.