I was meant to be on a train right now, heading north to go to a wedding. I should just mention, for people reading this from a country where they have a real train network, that this would have been a solid thirteen hour haul. By shinkansen, around two hours. That's Australia's fastest train, there. I'm fighting back the pride.
Turned out I hadn't booked the coach ride, or something. I'm not sure what happened when, but I would have been stuck in Casino at three in the morning and missed the wedding anyway. Casino is famous for not having a casino despite being named for one and being the site of a lot of alleged racists. I'm sure hanging out there at three in the morning would have been fun, but in the end I went for the old emergency flight routine.
With all my extra time, I spent today hanging out with Wilda as she took mental snapshots of Circular Quay. We ate icecream, crepes and pancakes with icecream. We also spoke about urban myths, copr0philia and toilet graffiti. She's a classy chick.
Carry on.