There’s a bloke I see regularly back in Sydney who I’ve nick-named “The You’re Beautiful Guy”. I often see him walking to and from work, usually in the Devonshire Street tunnel. I suspect he may have a slight intellectual disability. Joyfully, he walks along telling people that Jesus loves them, and that “they’re beautiful”.
For a brief moment today I thought I’d turned into that guy. As I walked around Stockholm, I kept saying (to myself under my breath) “gosh it’s beautiful”.
It was a truly stunning day in the city. Even though the winds were a little strong, causing the lake to be a little choppy, the sun was warm and there was a lovely vibe around the city. When I checked for the temperature at about 4.30 this afternoon, my phone told me it was fifteen degrees. “That can’t be right”, I thought to myself. But compared with when I was last here a couple of weeks ago, the snow and ice have all but disappeared (though part of the lake nearby remains iced over in the parts), and people aren’t as heavily dressed.
So for me it’s been a day of relaxing, wandering around, sitting in the sun for a while to read a book and to listen to some music. It’s nice to be back. I’m sure I’ll get around to something “productive” some stage later in the week, but right now, it’s nice just to “hang out”.
I also realised today I only have two or three weeks left of travelling. Having now “relaxed” into my holiday, I’m not sure if I’m ready to go home yet.
Also, I suspect the guy I’m renting this apartment from may need to get an eviction order to remove me at the end of my stay here :)
One of the many things I did while in Lismore was watch the film “Låt den rätte komma in”, the Swedish vampire film that screened in Australia under the title, “Let the right one in”.
Although I’ve seen it before with subtitles, I decided to “give it a go” to see if I could watch it without subtitles. And you know what? I could follow the film reasonably well possibly because a lot of the film’s dialogue involves children.
“Jag talar svenska som ett barn” (I speak Swedish like a child) is a phrase I sometimes use because it’s true. I reckon I’m at five year old level at the moment.
Nothing too complicated. Nothing too sophisticated. If it’s reasonably straight forward I’m reasonably okay.
Låt den rätte komma in
More challenging was an invitation tonight to see the film “Män som hatar kvinnor” (Men who hate women), based on the Stieg Larsson book, “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”, which screened at the Swedish cafe in Goulburn Street.
And the challenge? No subtitles, not even Swedish ones which might have helped.
The level of Swedish was far too sophisticated for me, and I found myself picking up only bits and pieces here and there. I found I could understand some of the older actors better. Perhaps because their diction was clearer and perhaps their Swedish was a little more formal?
There’s one point in the film where the girl tatoos the words rapist, sexist and some other choice words on the bloke’s chest. When my friend – a native speaker told me what they said – Grant joked, “Marianne hasn’t taught us those words yet”.
But despite the challenge, it was great fun to go.
We chatted briefly to a woman near us who, charmingly, spoke slowly and clearly, making us feel very welcome in a room where just about everyone else were native speakers.
And we also met a bloke who has spent the last nine years working in the music industry there. “I got to witness the Swedish musical miracle first hand”, he commented.
Now that I’ve broken the seal, I think I’d like to go again and will keep an eye out for other Swedish films screening there.
Speaking of breaking the seal. We’ve just had some welcome rain. It’s just as well because it was bloody hot and humid tonight. 32 degrees at 10.30 at night, if you please.
As I came home via Oxford Street there was definitely a feeling of summer in the air. People were walking around in shorts. And they all seemed to have that hot sweaty summer glow about them.
Quite a contrast to the snow and ice of these two Swedish films I’ve watched in the last few days.
There was a moment a few days ago when a couple of older family members took an afternoon nap, and I was awfully tempted to join them. But I had work to do.
I think my family has been slightly bemused by me working from home this week. While they’ve all mostly had fairly manual jobs, by their reckoning, I spend my life listening to the radio, having phone and video conferences, and writing and sending emails. They’ve been surprised by the length of my day, and by the fact I can simultaneously have conversations with them, AND do my job.
While many people take a break at this time of the year, it’s one of my busiest. I still try to come home every year, and for the most part, will work from the local office during the day, and see my family at night. But this year around, after almost a year of working from home, it’s been great to be able to use the VPN, and spend a little more time with my family.
Aside from showing signs of ageing, they all seem well. I’m no longer the younger family member; I’m more around the middle these days. The older family members are relying on me more, and the younger ones are looking up to me for advice.
There was a funny moment the other day when a younger family member had the sudden realisation of where I fitted into the family. He’d previously only known me as “Uncle Jim”, without really understanding my place in the family. He also seemed surprised to discover that I’d travelled around most of the country and much of the world. “You’re a bit more interesting than I’d thought”, was the look that appeared to cross his face.
Earlier in my life, I couldn’t wait to get back to Sydney after coming home for Christmas. You know what it’s like when you’re young and you think NYE is the most exciting night of the year? . But now, I’m looking more towards a retirement life in Lismore, and I’m enjoying hanging out with my family.
One of the lovely highlights of each year is sitting around with my family, going through some old photographs, and digitising them. Every year, it seems there’s a new collection of photographs emerging from a biscuit tin, envelope or such.
Back in the good old days of mud pies!My first day of school. “If you wore pants that high these days, the other kids would bash you up”, my nephew told me.Wearing a home-made ABBA t-shirt in early 1979, by my estimate.
It’s also been lovely to catch up with extended family and some old school friends. There was one I’d hoped to catch up with, but didn’t hold much hope, as his partner has recently developed a spinal injury, and they’re spending a lot of time in care and rehabilitation. But we caught up for a glass of wine, which was lovely. I ran into another old school friend at Office Works. I also visited one of my aunties. She’s now 92 years old and still living at home, with strong support from her children. She’s still physically very healthy, but showing some signs of ageing. Though her memories remain fairly strong, she’s not very good with names. “What’s your name, again?”, she asked me several times. Once we had established that, we were able to continue chatting.
I’ve been to the shopping centre a few times, but haven’t seen anyone I know. The same at the Worker’s Club and at the Civic Hotel. Twelve months ago, The Civic was celebrating “Tropical Fruits”. Things were a little more downplayed this year. And downmarket!
“The shopping centre looks better than this time last year”, I told my friend Paul over a glass of wine. Nearly four years ago the town was devastated by a major flood, and many shops shut down permanently. Paul says things still haven’t fully recovered, but there didn’t seem to be as many closed shops as the last time when I was home, which was half way through this year.
Flood marker at the Stockpot Kitchen in the centre of Lismore
As I’ve wandered around town, I’ve kept looking at things and remembering how they were different when I was growing up here. Such and such shop was there, the phone boxes were there, that’s where the tennis courts were. That kind of thing.
Even with the Aussie sun blazing at 40°C, some traditions are hard to shake! Like many of my generation, I grew up with a classic Sunday roast lunch, followed by a comforting plate of bubble and squeak on Sunday evening. These days, life’s a bit too hectic to prepare a whole roast, so a group of friends and I have started the “First Sunday Roast Club.”
Mishy’s at Surry HillsDuke of ClarenceMorrrison’s on George StreetForrester’s at Surry Hills
This adventure began a few months ago, around the first anniversary of a life-changing event for me – a lower leg amputation. To celebrate life and friendship, we decided to indulge in a monthly tradition. Each month, one of us takes charge, finding a Sydney restaurant that serves up a delicious Sunday roast. We make a reservation, and whoever’s free joins in. There’s always the option to bring a guest, though we haven’t explored that much yet.
I’m in charge of finding our next venue, and have a few ideas swiling around my head. So far, there’s only one I’ve ruled out. I tried a nearby RSL, and while their roast was plentiful, I thought there was a little too much “Gravox” involved. If you have a Sunday Roast suggestion for Sydney, please comment below.
Here are some photos of our culinary adventures so far! The photos pretty much speak for themselves – the food has been fantastic. Of course, the lively conversation and good wine only add to the experience.
POST SCRIPT – New photographs taken after the original post.
“Christmas Roast” at Strawberry Hills HotelLord Dudley – February 2025Roast beef at the Woolpack Hotel, Redfern, April 13, 2025Roast Lamb at the Dove & Olive, Surry Hills 04/05/25The Village Inn, Paddington 15/06/25The Rocker, Bondi 24/08/25The Old Fitzroy 21/09/25The Trinity, Surry Hills 09/11/25The Waratah, Darlinghurst 11/01/26
My blood sugar was up quite a bit this morning; when I checked, it registered 10.3, which is a little outside my usual comfortable range. Ideally, I like to keep it between 5 and 8, and I hardly ever see a reading as high as 10.3. Normally, I’m around the six or seven mark, which is perfectly fine for a diabetic. I suspect it’s elevated due to yesterday’s culinary adventures – there were plenty of noodles, rice, and similar carbs, especially during the food tour.
Even though I consciously tried to limit the carbs and focus more on proteins, it seems my sugar levels inevitably crept up. Then, to top it off, last night I also had those few beers on the tour and even braved a shot of baijiu – that potent white spirit. I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the baijiu; I think it had a slightly sweet edge to it? Anyway…
The real surprise of the evening, however, came after I arrived back at the hotel last night. When I first got to my room, I noticed a torch by my bedside and thought it was a bit unusual. My first thought was, “Are they concerned about me getting up in the middle of the night and tripping over, given my leg?” About an hour after I settled in, the lights suddenly went out, and I knew something was definitely up! I ventured out for a look down the corridor, and in my wing of the hotel at least, all the lights were off. So, it was clear something significant was happening. I found out this morning that it was actually a planned power outage. I just hadn’t received the memo because I wasn’t on the main bus coming back with the rest of the group yesterday.
So, that sudden blackout was a bit of a shock! Fortunately, I had brought a power bank with me. I’d been wondering whether I would actually need it, as my phone usually lasts pretty well. Thankfully, I was able to pull it out last night, get my phone charging, and ensure I was all set for the day.
The day started with another stop on our organised tour: a visit to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic. I’d actually experienced something similar back in 2010 on my tour with Sue, so I had some idea of what to expect.
The format is usually pretty standard: it often starts with a foot massage – though I wasn’t keen on that myself, as having only one foot makes it a bit redundant, and taking my shoe and prosthesis on and off is quite an ordeal. This is followed by an explanation about the principles of Chinese medicine, and then they offer individual ‘diagnosis’ sessions.
I noticed a fair bit of skepticism among many of my fellow tour members about the whole process. Personally, I try to be a bit more philosophical about it; you have to think that in 5000 years of practice, they must have learned a thing or two. The man giving the introduction also gave an interesting talk about the balance between traditional and modern medicine, and how both can have their place.
As for the diagnoses offered, I confess I remained a little skeptical. Looking around at many of my fellow tour members – mostly men in their 70s – I felt I could have probably hazarded a guess that many of them might drink a bit too much, perhaps not always eat as healthily as they could, and likely had some circulation issues or early signs of diabetes. It didn’t seem to require ancient wisdom to spot some of those common ailments. Consequently, I wasn’t convinced of the need to spend a few hundred dollars on the prescribed Chinese medicines, though quite a few of our group did decide to make purchases.
Today’s big event was the trip to Shanghai, which meant experiencing the famous high-speed train. There’s been a lot of excitement building for this within our group. As I’ve chatted with others, the men, in particular, have been very vocal about their anticipation. Perhaps after the ladies had their fill with the jade factory and other “pretty things,” perhaps it’s the “boys’ turn” for some impressive engineering marvels! A generalisation, I know, but that’s certainly the vibe.
The journey from Beijing to Shanghai by high-speed train absolutely lived up to the hype. It was an incredibly pleasant experience from start to finish. The train glided along so smoothly, and I really enjoyed just looking out the windows at the vast and ever-changing Chinese landscape flashing by – a fascinating tapestry of agricultural land, bustling towns, and striking new developments.
Beyond the scenery, it was also a great opportunity to connect properly with some of my fellow group members. During those few hours on the train, I learned a bit more about their lives, their own travel experiences, and what brought them on this particular tour. It’s always one of the unexpected pleasures of group travel – getting to know new people and hearing their stories.
After a late arrival, a few of us took a walk down the street and enjoyed a meal together.
Have just sent the following note to Sydney Buses…
I know you get lots of complaints. Previously I’ve complained about drivers who fail to stop. But today, I’d like to pass on a compliment about the driver of the 393 route, bus 4873 which just brought me home from Railway Square. He greeted everyone with a smile and a “how are you”, and as people got off he wished them well. You could “feel” the impact it had on passengers to be welcomed on a bus. So, a big thumbs up to the driver, and I hope he does well and continues to maintain his positive energy.
Hoping you might encounter this driver on your next Sydney bus trip
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I know just the guy you mean!
He lives in Glebe and we’d see him regularly walking his several dogs or on the 431. He’d always tell me I was gorgeous and Don handsome and end with “but there’s no-one as beautiful as the man upstairs … sweet jesus”.
He’s such a sweetheart and always put me in a good mood.
Glad you’re having such a fabulous trip! Might be time to investigate relocating for a longer stretch?
I know just the guy you mean!
He lives in Glebe and we’d see him regularly walking his several dogs or on the 431. He’d always tell me I was gorgeous and Don handsome and end with “but there’s no-one as beautiful as the man upstairs … sweet jesus”.
He’s such a sweetheart and always put me in a good mood.
Glad you’re having such a fabulous trip! Might be time to investigate relocating for a longer stretch?