Long live your dreams
New York, New York
Sydney
Climbing for Dawn
Photos from Sydney
The Land of the Long White Cloud
Christmas
Jumping high, jumping higher
My birthday
North to South
4th January 2006 - posted from Sydney
If you saw me now, you'd question a few things.
First, you'd be slightly surprised that I'm awake at 2 am, on a Thursday morning. Secondly, you'd notice that I was drinking Red Bull and had a half-full box of Shreddies next to me. Thirdly, you'd query to why I was wearing trekking trousers and walking boots when I'm in the middle of Sydney and it is so early in the morning.
7th January 2006 - posted from Sydney
Andy and I walked through the quiet streets of Sydney towards the bridge. It was misty, damp and peaceful. We arrived at the Bridge Climb and joined a few other very tired (or mad) people who decided to get up that early. After getting kitted up with all the gear required, we set off up the bridge. There's a lot of steps and quite a lot of rather nervous areas where you just don't want to look down unless you fancy looking at the sea 50 metres below you, or a passing car on the road deck. The whole time you're attached to a cable that goes up the side of the pathway, so you're well attached.
14th January 2006 - Posted from my bedroom, at home in London
This edition of the travelouge is written by my father, Viv. My collected thoughts will follow soon.
The travelogue moves from sunny nanny Sydney to cold wintry New York. What could be more different? Tom arrives at JFK with the heaviest luggage anyone has ever seen. Soon we are enclosed within the Pennsylvania Hotel and four days to spend in the city that never sleeps. We catch up a bit and then find John’s Pizzeria on 42nd street where the pizzas are oven baked and the bruschetta are freshly prepared. We wander round the streets of New York enjoying the courtesy of the locals. We chat like extras in a Woody Allen movie.
14th January 2006 - the final post, from London
When I left I couldn't believe I was going. I had a small book of tickets and some money. I had no idea what to expect or what to think, other than to go with the flow and see where I end up.
I can't believe I'm home now. Everything is as it was when I left, little has changed. I don't really know why I'm surprised by that. Driving along the M25 today with one of my friends, I found the hills and farms all so novel. There's nowhere else in the world like Britain; it's glorious.