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Darwin and Sydney
Jul. 28th, 2005 04:41 pmOne of the first things I said when arriving in Darwin and being met by Sunny at the airport was: “I’ve come twelve thousand miles, and, and…”
“And?” he asked.
“You’ve grown a beard!”
He had. And throughout the next few days, his mother and mine subtly and not-so-subtly tried to make him get rid of it. Impressively, they managed to imply, suggest and insinuate all manner of things without ever mentioning the “terrorist” word, but he stood his ground and was still happily bearded when departing for Newcastle.
( long and boring account of my trip )
“And?” he asked.
“You’ve grown a beard!”
He had. And throughout the next few days, his mother and mine subtly and not-so-subtly tried to make him get rid of it. Impressively, they managed to imply, suggest and insinuate all manner of things without ever mentioning the “terrorist” word, but he stood his ground and was still happily bearded when departing for Newcastle.
( long and boring account of my trip )
