photodump

*Forgot my notepad, I'll give you guys a wordier post later. For now, pictures.

Whee! Flying!

Proof they let me in. Suckers!

I think it looks like a shark eating another shark eating another shark, personally.

My luggage was heavier than it looked.

Ain't that purdy!
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*Saw a great inscription at the New South Wales State Library, too:

In books lies the soul of the whole past time, the articulate audible voice of the past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.

And here I thought they were just for levelling desks.

*Aussieism of the Day (of the Post) is a place name:
Woolloomooloo.
I swear I only said it out loud once, and not over and over. And over.

*Short story.
Nighttime. Ben and Xiao are rooming with two random French dudes. Xiao farts. From the darkness, Xiao hears a spritzer fire twice. Cologne-y stench permeates. France wins.

I feel like there's a joke about French people being used to stench, but really, I'm just happy not to be the guilty party this time.