Winter

I arrived in Australia in the beginning of August. In theory, winter time here. In those first weeks I experienced both chili mornings with the mercury down at 8º and sunny short sleeve afternoons. Of course, for me it wasn't much of a change from London in the summertime. Only less rain!... It took me 2 weeks to see rain here.

One day, in the Mecca of any weather debate, the office lift, someone mentioned how cold it was, and how this was the worse winter ever. I snapped. COLD?! WINTER?! These people don't have the faintest idea of any of those concepts. I caught a cold once in my Lisbon apartment, in what can only be described as the coldest sitting room in the solar system, while watching a DVD! In London houses are very warm, but try to cross the Millennium Bridge in January wearing light trousers, and you won't grow to have children of your own!

In the beginning of September there was a 31º Saturday, which felt like 40º! Naturally I spent that day on the beach, and even ventured my feet into the shark infested waters!! Bloody hell!!! It was colder than the shores of Greenland! Oh well, we can't have it all, I suppose. Still, to make my point, picture such a day in early March, back in Europe. Not likely...

So I can only conclude that the winter here is nothing but a myth. These guys have only 2 seasons. Hot and not so hot. And I'm absolutely fine with that! Its spring time now (not so hot turning hot season) and I feel great! The days are getting bigger, and the flowers perfume the streets. Its my second spring this year, which feels like tricking time. Take that, you dirty tic tacking bastard!
(Mental note: rob a bank, buy a jet for the wife and kids and live on 6 month contracts. If I live till 80, I reckon 120 springs. I'm off to HSBC.)