I’ve read a few blogs and often find that entries can be long winded, self indulgent and /or written by women who wish they were called Carrie and lived in New York. But there are many benefits to writing a blog; the main and most important one is being able to let those people who care about Martin and I keep up to date with our whereabouts. The second reason is wanting to bottle just a little bit of this once in a life time, 12 month holiday.

So I’ll attempt to refrain from rabbiting on too much and keep it punchy (postcard length) instead.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Who needs the Harbour Bridge to celebrate New Year when Coogee Sparkles!

There's no doubt that the obvious place to spend New Year’s Eve in Sydney is at the Harbour Bridge but with Martin working at 7am the following morning, the battle to get a taxi home along with 1.5 million others lead us to abandon this plan and celebrate at home instead.

So, we invited our good friends Nick and Zena over to ours, I cooked up a retro buffet - hot dogs, chicken wings, and even  cheese and pineapple on sticks and we had a ball.

We knew there was a fireworks display taking place on our local beach but the name of the event (‘Coogee Sparkles’) really didn’t do it justice.  Our flat happened to be in prime position to watch the firework extravaganza that without doubt, gave the harbour bridge a run for its money.  It was brilliant!

Lots of bottles of Asahi beer later, we ran down to the beach and caught the ‘3, 2, 1’ bit of the countdown to see in the New Year.

Alcohol + sea + celebrating new year = only one thing: a midnight swim in the ocean, which was both cold and hilarious in equal measure.

Brimming with excitement, Martin and I then made a spontaneous trip to The Palace – a very tacky nightclub, where, still dripping wet, we danced the night away with lots of 18 year old backpackers.  What a great way to start 2011!



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