Like snow in California.
“Anything to declare? Food? Any other items?”
“Er… I have some candies here.”
“What kind of candies?”
“Just my mints.”
“Any mooncakes? Eggs in it?”
“… mooncakes?! It’s still too early for mooncakes!”
Well, I suppose preparations and promotions might have gone full steam ahead for the mid-autumn festival, judging from the pictures of delicious-looking mooncakes of every flavour imaginable being spread out on local newspaper advertorials. The customs officer at the airport waved me through when I reiterated that I brought none.
“So… what’s the next challenge?”
We giggled. It felt somewhat dramatic a la The Amazing Race, this zipping in and out of Sydney in five days. It was truly a whirlwind of a trip, but a very memorable one at that – mostly attributed to the warmth and hospitality kindly extended to us. I am just glad that it has not turned out to be strictly a business trip after all – it would have been an absolute shame to be stuck in the office just to slave away the hours.
Work can wait. For a bit, at least. But the guilt does not dissipate.
It was reported to be the coldest August Sydney has had in more than a decade. I enjoyed the cool stroll down Darling Harbour at night, and even the brief walk during a slight drizzle on a wet Friday to the shopping mall next to the office for some very last minute shopping. Five days (with hours spent at work) is really not enough to take in the sights and sounds Sydney has to offer, but I know this for sure:
I really love this place.