A jolt coming into Sydney this evening in rush hour traffic. Not quite a dog day but hot and humid enough to feel your blood thicken and rise.
It was still pristine on Mitchells Island from the recent heavy rains as we left home, green everywhere you looked.
The air in Alexandria where we met Ben and Jade for a drink stung my nostrils – acrid.
Here where we’re staying tonight before pushing on south is high density living. I can hear neighbors through the walls. And we’re near the City West Link, scene of car jackings at gunpoint in the week past. Glad we don’t drive a Maserati or Beamer.
No regrets about leaving Sydney for the country. None