Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin’-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.
Category: words
Getting locked in a lake.
Unfortunately the story isn’t actually that interesting, sorry.
At the moment we’re living right next to Kandawgyi Lake* which has a lovely boardwalk around its circumference, for boardwalking.
Our house.
Is a very fine house. Although not really ours. We’ll be here about 10 days or so while our actual apartment gets repainted. But here’s some pictures of our current place anyway.
Settling in.
So we’ve been here over 24 hours, and are essentially locals now.
As proof of our settlement I offer this non-exhaustive list:
- updating my Twitter bio to include the words ‘househusband’ and ‘Yangon’
- putting some home-y stuff up around our apartment
- unpacking some of our luggage
- going to a supermarket and only being a little bit overwhelmed and finding some of the things we forgot to pack (of primary importance was baker’s yeast – sorry Mum, there’s a yellow Tupperware container full in your fridge)
- pretending not to get excited about giant avocados for 50c, because that’s just totally normal and we are locals now
- getting lunch from the British Council cafe (weirdly good Middle Eastern food)
- having a casual lunchtime conversation with the Ambassador, because that’s just how we roll
- walking around Kandawgyi Lake after dark and getting locked in (but that’s another story)
- going to work [Esther]
- staying home and pretending to organise the house [Jono]
Continue below for photos of things, if you’re into that kind of thing.
Your shoe is alarming
We made it though Sydney airport without any problems, although as is tradition when I fly I was randomly selected for the creepy full-body scanner. Following the scan a bored security guard told me my shoe was alarming. So I pulled up my cuff to show that I did not have any poorly concealed weapons on my ankle, and was allowed to go.
Start spreading the news.
We’re leaving today.
Well, probably more accurate to say we left today. 7am flights are brutal, but sunrise over Lake George is beautiful.
You’re all right Australia. You’re all right.