Day at Leisure

Today was, as the tour brochures say, a 'day at leisure'. The highlight was catching up with Mandy and gerry at the IFC center before they flew home. We had a pleasant lunch with a lot of other people (very busy time luncheon) and then Mandy required a coffee hit so we found a nice spot and satisfied her craving. Lovely little treat with the coffees were a mini ice cream in chocolate, rather like an Eskimo Pie. The coffee was not half bad either.

I'd walked slowly from the hotel to the Centre and found another book shop to explore (no purchase). At IFC there was a Dymocks HK branch and picked up a fun looking book about a bloke exploring China.A bit of people watching, and boy there were many, until the arrival of the weary travellers.

After bidding them adieu I was thinking of tackling the Man Mo Temple but was getting well tired so I checked out Godiva chocolates but they didn't have the little treats I like but then I spied a fantastic supermarket/food hall and explored it. Then I just hopped on a train (incredibly crowded and only 3.30) and crashed back at the hotel. A message for me to call the tour company and it looks like the China excursion on Sunday won't run because I'm the only one booked. I'm to call tomorrow morning to see if they have some more bookings but it seems unlikely so I'll need to have a think about alternative plans. Might go out to Lantau but we'll see.

After getting my second wind I went into the Temple Street Night Market which meant battling large crowds

still and a very packed train. Anyway the market was very close to the station and covers quite a distance with one part setting up still while the last bits were bustling and working away. I bought a couple of Ralph Lauren Polo Tops (unlikely to be genuine) for $9.50 total and a pair of casula sneakers for $30. I did beat her down on the shoes but I reckon they were probably overpriced but hey still cheaper than what I'd pay for them back home. Was gobsmacked by the array of um sex toys!

The train trip back to Central wasn't quite as packed but busy enough. it is amazing to see practically EVERY passenger eyes down looking at their phones or tablets, actually sad on so many levels.

Dinner at the Diamond Pearl which is in our building but accessed from the street. Quite an ordinary meal but had the fixed price menu and cost a whopping $51 (HKD)  for two mains and a dessert plus a drink.

Tomorrow Macau...

Footsore in the Kong

The cancelled tour that another company offered set off from the City Hall at 8.30 so I was out of the Hotel by 7.30. Not so awful given I had awoken at 4.30!!!!

I was on the train and at City Hall by 8.15. let's not get caught up in being on one side of the main road not sure how to get to the other ( a foot bridge was found), or that I didn't really know where the pick up spot was as there was a car park, a road and another side street all of which could have been likely. And of course let's not mention that I had a sudden thought that I was in the wrong spot altogether and set off 'to check', realised I had been in the right spot and raced back to find the bus waiting for me and not impressed. No, we shan't mention any of that.

Two of us on the HK side but we picked up another dozen over at Kowloon and then headed out to the New Territories passing the site of the old airport and all the reclaimed harbour area which didn't exist last time I was here and is now full of HUGE apartments and new train sations being built (cutting the travel time to Beijing from 27 hours to 8). 

Our guide Ryan was very amusing and dry, sort of an Anh Do without the smile.

HK shocking fact:: The mandatory minimum wage is $30 HKD an hour - ie $4.20 AUD

Up into the hills along the Route Twisk to the Yuen Yuen institute. It is a place of worship for three religions, Confuciuanism, Buddhism and Taoism and was very picturesque with a magnificent view. We found our

'year' and inside one of the pagodas even 'met' our protector for our birth year. There was a funeral in one of the halls so it brought a sense of purpose to the place and always interesting to see other faiths at work. I had not realised Confucius was a 'Prince' before he walked away to 'find' himself (and as he said found nothing yet everything).

I should mention the bus was beautifully chilly even though it wasn't such a hot morning I appreciated feeling cool regardless.

957 metres above sea level we climbed next to the highest mountain in HK and the Tai Mo Shan Lookout. A bit of a hazy day so the view was not clear but nonetheless spectacular and the air was lovely and clear. Some of  the roads going up were winding and narrow too. We had time for a refreshment and toilet if needed (toilet not needed refreshment required).

On our drive we saw lots of Casuarina trees (sheoaks) which had been bought from Australia - they make a great buffer and preventative for erosion and landslides.

I was looking forward to our next stop to see one of the old walled villages. I'd mistakenly taken it literally and thought the term referred to villages separated by a wall. In fact the wall is the homes being 'wall to wall' and boy they were certainly that. Our group squeezed down the alleyways only a few inches from where people lived. I certainly couldn't live so close to hundreds of others and if you think living in a block of flats is too cosy you've not seen anything like this. Mostly three stories high and all had metal doors rather than wooden. Where we entered the doorway had three gun holes where cannons used to be mounted for security and used during the Japanese invasion. A gorgeous little park and a lake gave it a pleasant outlook although it did look somewhat worn and even poor BUT the Mercs and sundry other prestige vehicles put paid to that assumption.

According to our itinerary we were going to be treated to another 'lookout' so I was looking forward to a hilltop stop, the bus pulling into a bay and we trot over to a railing and click click we'd go. Nah. We pulled over to the side of the rode and filed out being careful not to step out and get collected. Any-wayyyyy The view was across the water to Shenzhen and mainland China. This point was where a lot of Chinese used to swim across to HK to escape Communism (quite often unsuccessfully). Now that they are one country I guess those poor buggers were simply born at the wrong time. And so it goes...

Bride's Pool Falls our nest stop is so named because legend has it a bride was carried in a sedan chair down to the falls on her wedding day but a landslide occurred, dislodging her from the chair and she plunged to her death.  It was a looooong walk down to the falls on rather treacherous paths and steps (and a stiff, heart pumping climb back to the bus). Very pretty spot and I have to boast that a certain cardiac bypass survivor managed it without panting (replaced by sweating for Australia) whilst some much younger folk were quite labored.

One more stop at a fishing village to see the floating 'houses' and the fisherfolk who work the area. Also in the area was a building complex called 'Beverly Hills' which looked very chi chi but mostly empty thanks to the housing bubble

bursting...much cheaper over all to buy in HK currently than to rent and yet the majority still do rent.

So it was an interesting and varied five and a bit hours. We were dropped off at the YMCA in Tsim Sha Tsui and I headed off on Nathan Rd (hideous) for a wander. Found a great bookshop and made a couple of purchases and also had very close assistance from one of the staff and felt very VIPish as she hovered over the cashier and pooped my purchases in a bag and opened the door for me wishing me a happy day.

Then I found Marks and Spencers and had a lovely time in the food section and the menswear (sadly none of their undies that I like), so I had a taste of the UK. Also popped into HMV and bought a couple of CDs, surprised to see the huge range of DVDs, still popular here obviously.

Then attempted some more of Nathan Road but really it was too ghastly and I ducked into the MTR station and headed back under the harbour to Central.

By now I was weary and hopped onto a tram which brought be back almost to the door of the IBIS. Rather fun up the top of the little tram and I'd recommend some air con being installed thanks.

Chatted to Mandy for awhile and then settled back with my M&S tucker, read for a bit and hopefully will have a better (as in longer) sleep.

HK fact: You could be forgiven for thinking that Hong Kong is almost totally developed and covered in buildings. In fact only 30% of the islands are developed, they tend to build 'up'rather than out so they fit their 7 million people into a very tight space really.

On the Orient - Express Trip

Thirty years and a couple of weeks since the last and only time I had been to Hong Kong I was off again.

Now I had no idea there were two Qantas gates down in the bowels of Tullamarine, actually there seem to be a few gates but all was empty as I submerged three flights to a space that would make the Tiger shed look palatial. When boarding time came we piled on buses to be shuttled out, out, out past Tiger to where our plane and a Royal Brunei one said looking rather lonely. A big plane that was only half full if that. Good thing with that of course was that I had two seats to myself and no one in front and no one in back of me. A nine hour flight with no knees in the back or stabs from the back pocket being played with an no one in front reclining their seat so that I got to see their ‘part’ a little too intimately. Not to mention extra discomfort.

We even got in early and pulled into the gate early! How many times have you got just a little bit excited to arrive early only to circle for twenty minutes before pulling into the gate? In fact the only painful part of the trip was (after the surly immigration guy)that the baggage claim was quite a distance from the immigration gate we came out of and it took a while for my bag to appear. Honestly I think it had done a few circuits before I realized it was mine.

The airport express train is a dream and so convenient, just walk out of the departures area and onto a train basically. I was into Hong Kong station after a very comfortable ride in about 20 minutes. Then a free shuttle bus (again a two minute walk to the area) right to the hotel, how glorious. Glorious given the shuttle ride was a hairy one as he sped around, broke fast and zoomed in and out of small streets with little regard to pedestrians or other traffic. So I step off the plane at 5.15 and into the hotel room at 6.20. Wouldn’t happen in London! Perhaps not even Sydney…

Nice comfy hotel room and the air con actually to my liking. Went for a short walk after a couple of hours but surprisingly not much open although I found a convenience store to make a few purchases. Struggled with sleep for the night and the three hour time difference didn’t help when I woke at 4.30. Decided to have an early breakfast and get moving. Buffet breakfast and overpriced but a good start to the day. Quite cool and not very humid to start off with as I headed to Sheung Wan station, about ten minutes walk. Grabbed an Octopus Card which should cover me for a couple of days ($150 HKD = $22 AUD). Hopped on a train to Central (gee their train stations are huge) and walked and walked to the exit for the Peak Tram. Only a short walk then to the Terminus after stopping for a squiz at St John’s Cathedral (the oldest remaining Christian church in HK) virtually across the road.

Spectacular skyscrapers all around. The tram is about a ten minute ride almost perpendicular, quite mind bending as you look out and see all the buildings at a very strange angle. I’m not sure I was entirely comfortable with the experience but nonetheless we arrived in one piece. The views are spectacular even through the haze. There is a fancy shmancy viewing deck within the tram arrival building (and of course it costs to go in) but lo and behold take a walk out of that building and in the shopping mall is a FREE viewing deck.

Back down again after about an hour and walked across the pedestrian bridge into the beautiful Hong Kong Park. Nice fountains and a waterfall, walk through aviary and the little lakes with gorgeous fish swimming around and turtles. I was taking photos where the turtles were thinking they were sculptures and one moved its head! The camera nearly ended up in the lake.

Still not too bad humidity wise but I had been moving around a bit so was getting warm. Not as oppressive as some of the times I’d spent in Brisbane I have to say.

Statue Park sounds a bit grander than it actually is. Apparently it used to contain staues of the British royalty but now is just a rather twee selection of waterways and arty installations in a pleasant garden setting so I didn't stay there long but headed down to jump on the Midddle Level travelator, the world's longest covered esclator.

Now I'm not one to carp but this isn't one continuous single escalator, rather it is a walkway that goes for quite a distance (800 metres) with a series of escalators and travelators to make the steep climb a bit more comfortable. Don't get me wrong, it is impressivebut I just think it might be more acceptable to say it is the world's longest series of esclators or something.

One of the last sections is under maintenance so my trip came to an end at that point, quite far up, as there was no way I was going to attempt the stairs (very steep and very many). Fair enough you think but the escalator/travelator only travels in one directions so when you get as far as you are willing to go well dear reader you have to make your own way back. And that means a lot of steps and stairs down a long way and some of those steps are nothing less than trecherous - thank heavens it wasn't a wet day.

Of course on the way down I took a diversion and of course I was lost! So much for thinking 'I reckon if I go here I'll find a bus that'll get me back to the hotel or nearby'. Definitely added extra to the day and I was starting to feel the humidity as I stumbled into a plaza and rested not entirely sure where I was.

The tour I was booked on for tomorrow was cancelled so I thought I'd see if the HK Tourist Board had suggestions for another trip so I got back to Central Station and went over to the Star Ferry terminal to their office there. Good news from them is that another company offers the same tour and I can do it as a half day albeit 5 1/2 hours. I booked that, hopped on the ferry and cameback via the long walkway at Hong Kong and train back to Sheung Wan.

The Murrays have arrived and Mandy and I had a chat on Viber, I had a light dinner and ready to crash.

Very busy and tiring day but enjoyed it.

Looking forward to an easier day tomorrow with someone else making the decisions and working out the travelling.

Actually Breaking Up Is NOT Hard to Do

There’s something about public hospitals and I have unfortunately over the last eight years come to know one in particular all too well.

Having fractured my 5^th Metatarsal a bit over a week ago I was enormously grateful for the speedy and caring attention I received in the Emergency department. It really only took an hour to be assessed and a diagnosis delivered. Then I was provided with crutches and a moonboot to support me through my six week recovery period. All very satisfactory.

One of the first things you give up in an emergency area is your privacy. This also means of course you become privy to other ‘patients’ stories and what caused them to present at emergency also. People come and go, staff pass you by, you are introduced to a number of people (and promptly forget their names) and you start to notice the signs of previous itinerants who were momentary occupants of the same bay as you, in my case I became fixated with a tiny, tiny red blot on the lino – a droplet of blood maybe?

I’d arrived at emergency via the handy bus service from the end of my street to right out the front of the hospital. I was in a fair degree of pain which was exacerbated by the climb up the incline to the entrance to Emergency. I left that little while later on crutches (short lesson on the operation thereof) and with fitted moonboot in a taxi with a very helpful driver. I was told I’d be contacted by the orthopaedic clinic to return in a week for a review and a schedule of treatment.

The following days were ones of amazing swelling, very colourful bruising and sometimes breathtaking pain. Moping over the cancellation of an overseas holiday and confinement to my flat led to the occasional bouts of depression and more of frustration. I wanted to scream sometimes and at others to curl up in a ball and slip into unconsciousness for five weeks, waking up with all well and walk away.

The last time I was in this hospital it was not unusual to have my records ‘disappear’ or at least not found in initial searches. I checked my letter box regularly to see if there was a letter to say when my appointment with the ortho was to be. And each day nothing was there. I decided I’d have to end up calling them to find out. No sooner had I thought about that than I received a call from the physio who had attended to me advising she had found that my appointment had been cancelled and she wanted to check why. There had been a little communication mix up about my overseas trip that had led them to assuming I had jetted off. Oh what a trip that would have been – 22 hours in economy with crutches and over sized footwear, up and down stairs at airports, walking the streets of London, manoeuvring the London Underground stairs and long passageways…what an adventure!

Fast forward to Thursday then and a cab ride into the clinic. Not such a helpful driver this time, the most help he offered was to slide the crutches across to me after I alighted. No sweat sunshine, don’t get up.

It was an incredible effort to get up to the clinic, it’s actually surprising how much effort it can be on crutches, getting into a lift and then out again and then to the reception desk.  Because the instructions weren’t all that clear (to/for me)I had to then go right to the other end of the building for an X-Ray before my appointment. The woman doing my X-ray was the same one I’d seen the week before and she remarked on remembering the swelling…funny who they remember and why when they must see many, many people in a week.

I was quite a sweat ball when I got back to the reception desk to check back in. I was then directed to the ‘green’ seating area to wait for 45 minutes.

I’m not sure who designs these waiting areas or who works out the most efficient processes but this is how it was. People without any ‘support equipment’ seemed to fill the front rows. Lovely. This meant that those of us on crutches, with moonboots, walkers, canes or plaster casts had to clamber through rows of seats, legs, packages and people to find a spot in the back. If people are too dumb or inconsiderate to sit where it would be more sensible, dare I say compassionate, couldn’t the staff say ‘could you sit in one of the back three rows please and leave the front three for those with crutches?’

The waiting and reception area was really the festival of cripples and a fine showroom for the myriad equipment one could avail oneself of should one be in need of same. At times it was more chaotic and busy than peak hour at Tullamarine security check. Here someone on crutches, there a walker about to be passed by a walking cane narrowly avoids a plaster cast. Trying to get through there might be a dad with a crook kid in a pusher as a wheelchair passes on the inside lane. Not to mention, being part of a hospital, someone brought down from a ward atop a stretcher. While all this activity was going on around one you still need to listen out for your name to be called…which almost always was called from some distance away and rarely in front of the aforementioned ‘green seating area’. Many muscles were then clenched hoping you wouldn’t launch yourself on crutches out into the ‘danger zone’ and be wiped out by a rampant Zimmer frame rider.

My happy news was I only have to use crutches ‘as needed’ and my fracture should heal over 6 – 8 weeks. About 1% of these fractures (apparently frighteningly common) never heal BUT do not lead to permanent disability, so I’m happy with those odds (Tom Waterhouse might not be).

I caught the bus home!

I’ve read heaps, caught up on some DVD series and thank ‘Ellen’ for a daily laugh. I think I had an unlucky moment leading to the break but reflecting on what might have been the outcome (a table just a few centimetres away on which I could have bumped my head, the heater I fell on not being turned on not to mention the chance of multiple fractures), I do think overall I had a ‘lucky break’

An Unlucky Break...

If all had gone well this would probably have been my first blog post from London. I’d probably have been fighting a bit of jet lag but refreshed after the 22 hour flight and a shower and a nap I’d have been spending time wandering the streets of London and reminding myself of my good fortune to be back in one of my favourite cities.

If all had gone well…

Long story short, I’m in my flat in Ripponlea wincing with occasional pain and frustrated by being flat-bound thanks to a stupid, simple but apparently not uncommon ‘incident’ which has left me with a broken bone in my foot just below the little toe.

A simple tumble turns a three week trip to London into a six week enforced ‘rest’ at home.

Gee I wonder which I’d prefer to be doing?

Really, is YOUR life so hard?

Alright here we go, the list you’ve been waiting for:


TWENTY First world problems.

1. I took such a long shower this morning that the hot water ran out

2. I wanted one of those extra bacon burgers at Maccas but my local was out of them

3. My tram was too crowded, too hot and I couldn’t open the windows

4. I ate too much at lunch and now I’m really tired so I’m leaving work early

5. All the dishes in the dishwasher are dirty so I had to eat my toast off of a Tupperware lid

6. My computer is soooooo slow

7. The string on my tea bag fell into the water

8. I call my mum and I just go through to voicemail

9. The postie tried to deliver a parcel to home but I was at work so now I have to wait until Monday to collect it myself

10. Damn I’ve no memory left on my SD card

11. All the good tickets are sold to the U2 concert

12. There’s too much in the sandwiches from the shop next door so I never get to finish them

13. It’s only May and it’s freezing so I had to put the heater on last night

14. I have a queasy stomach but I can’t eat for fear of throwing up. The Panadol hasn’t helped either

15. I have to get up early and be dressed nicely when the plumber arrives in the morning

16. I keep forgetting my WiFi password my ATM PIN and my telecode for phone banking

17. Damn I broke a nail

18. Why can’t Channel Seven start shows at the time they advertise?

19. Petrol is up again this week

20. The water tastes funny in the tea room


Ah yes indeedy, off to make a coffee (hope there’s enough milk)….

Buy Now, Buy Today or Bye Bye Good Sense

I wonder when it all started that we turned into such suckers that we fall for almost every piece of marketing and herd thinking going around.


Let’s start with the basic over consumption, needing the latest gizmo epidemic we’ve attached ourselves to.

You only have to go for a walk around the neighbourhood to see the electronic equipment dumped on verges and nature strips (presumable waiting to rise to the skies in some sort of resurrection). Bulky TV sets, computer equipment, printers, stereos all come to rest on the grass. Am I the only one who wonders how many of them actually no longer work?

Put aside the gobsmacking dumb thinking of just plopping the equipment out on the verge because the owners are too bone lazy to take to the tip or to an eWaste collection point. The thing that concerns me is have we really turned into a society where we buy things now based on wanting to have the latest rather than need? Our parents and grandparents would be astounded to think that we would replace something before it conked out and fork out good, hard earned money (or worse stick it on the plastic) for something that is absolutely unnecessary except for our sense of worth.

So what of this sense of worth? We seem to feel something ‘less’ if we don’t have what ‘everyone’ else has, if our iPad can’t make coffee or our TV only broadcasts TV shows for heavens sake. And now a car is simply tres ordinaire if it doesn’t parallel park automatically – good grief. Our sense of worth is tied into a sense of belonging BUT that belonging is based on what we own and how well we can converse with each other about technology. And this is all about marketing and a deliberate cultural shift that has given us appliance envy.

So where does this lead us? If you can’t afford the latest or don’t have the sort of living quarters that accommodate an in home theatre how does it all impact on your sense of self worth, belonging to the tribe, in old terms ‘with it’?

The big items are bad enough but we have coffee machines that need ‘pods’ to whip up a coffee and those pods are environment vandals using coffee at a rate that means one pays per kg a price far outreaching a barrel of oil. Disposable razors that ‘tell us’ when they are blunt although how a piece of plastic can do that is beyond any scientific explanation. Printers which are poorly designed (they don’t need to be so bulky) use ink cartridges that cost a fortune to replace. Bottled water which is a simple redundancy in a country that has the healthiest and cheapest tap water in the world. Mobile Phones which cost $35 to produce and are sold ‘on a plan for free’ which in real terms means they cost you about $300. And then there are the telecommunications and computer equipment which is redundant the day it is sold because the companies making them will almost certainly be starting testing on the next model (which of course we MUST then buy).

It’s hideous and we keep falling for it and I simply do not where this came from and why.

How about going another step and thinking about where a lot of products are produced and how equitably the supply chain is distributed. It is a bitter irony that a person making a TV probably can’t afford to buy them, mainly because the price of a TV in, say, India or Bangladesh, sells for the same mark up as it does in the higher waged countries. We think it is attractive that other countries would want to be the same as ‘us’ and as well off as us but turn a blind eye to the exploitation of the workers and the inequities that produces. We use language of the slave traders (‘colored folk wouldn’t know what to do with wages’) or the generations who kept women down socially and economically (‘you start paying women the same as men and they’ll expect to run the company’). It is so easy to apply an argument from our comfortable perspective without consideration of the logical conclusion to them. I get the effect on the world economy if a factory worker in China making clothing was suddenly paid the same as a clothing working in Sydney but isn’t that just being fair if we do? Why is that person in China not worth the same as the one in Sydney? Why wasn’t a woman who canned fruit in Shepparton entitled to be paid the same as a man doing the same job at the same cannery in the 60’s? Why was a slave in America ploughing a field paid nothing when a white man working in a bank in Boston was?

And why were people in a Bangladesh factory making shirts for a British department store a week or so back not worth being safe from death in a fire?

The next time you pop on a nice shirt made in India, or switch on your flash TV while enjoying your movie star coffee, resting your feet on some fine furniture that replaced what was all working very well, take a moment to consider the circle of connection and the part you are playing in the way the world is today.

And wonder why it is like this.

When it all started.

Where it will all end.

And weep with me…

She's Gone But Never Forgotten

I adhere to the maxim never to speak ill of the dead. To this end I've refrained from saying anything about the passing of Baroness Thatcher. I thought some of the more celebratory reactions to her passing were unseemly, unkind and immature. I would imagine though that if you or your family had been directly affected by her politics then the scars would still be raw and the memories not at all happy ones. Time marches on though and hopefully many, if not most, of the people went on to have good lives in fulfilling jobs and were great parents, siblings and friends to those who mattered.

Some of my previous posts have talked about my feelings towards the divisive and cruel politics of the only female Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

I have seen London in the Thatcher days and watched sadly over the years as that unravelled from great hope to enormous despair. It ended up being a vicious, cold hearted and nasty time. In 1979 (a year before my first visit to Britain), Hilda Margaret Thatcher quoted St Francis of Assisi, telling reporters and the nation: “Where there is discord, may we bring harmony. Where there is error, may we bring truth. Where there is doubt, may we bring faith. And where there is despair, may we bring hope”. Almost immediately she set off on a course which brought disharmony to many and took hope away from almost anyone who fell below the line of achievement she and her government deemed worth worrying about.

I watched in horror as the Docklands area was cleared to make way for Mammon sweeping away history and the poor who got in the way of progress. Many years later I actually like that area but the world and history is littered with perfectly pleasant, even spectacular places that are there at the expense of others. Visit Shanghai sometime and you’ll see what I mean.

While I admire the woman’s leadership and determination I despise her politics and the unflinching dedication to crushing so much that was good about the country. Her single-mindedness was breathtaking; you only have to reflect on the shocking Falklands War and her determination to produce not just a definitive result but a crushing victory to avenge British deaths. The Belgrano incident was an indictment on anyone who claimed to be a person of peace and who valued human life. In 74 days she ruled and commanded while just over 900 people died (that’s a better kill rate than most wars). The Lady may not have been for turning but her legacy is definitely one for mourning.

Is this the year?

When it gets to this time of the year people either indulge in pointless resolutions or try to dedicate themselves to something they truly believe in and will do their best to make it happen.

I've been reflecting a little bit on life and the world and I keep coming up with what I'm tired of and those things I'd simply like to see stop.

• I'm tired of being told one thing only to find out they meant to say the other. Why can't just be honest and open?
• I'm tired of the rich white guys taking advantage of people in 'developing' countries. Off shoring, partnering or whatever you like to call it is now the 21st Century version of the slave trade. Let's be honest here, companies don't choose these countries to move to because they do anything we couldn't learn to do. No we go there because it costs less and most of that cost is wages. I get the business imperative in that but I despair of the moral imperative. If I live in Bulgaria and put electronic components into a gizmo why should I be paid 25 euro a day there instead of 225 if I did it in Birmingham or Brisbane? The response is usually 'but their standard of living is so much lower'. Damn right, have you seen living conditions and social welfare, the medical and public transport systems in Eastern Europe, parts of Asia and Africa or India and Pakistan? Give me a break! 
• I'm tired of social injustice. The once favored dictators now the devil incarnate, the turning a blind eye to hideous practices because it's 'cultural'...bullsh*t, if it's wrong it's wrong 
• I'm tired of so many people living in poverty. It's a fact we all have the power to stop it continuing, what we lack is the will.
• I'm tired of hospital waiting lists and wards lying empty in this country. This is Australia, damn it. We are one of the richest countries on God's green earth and it is simply money and politics that accepts that a low income person with a painful hip might wait up to two years to have the operation. IT DOESN'T HAPPEN IN CUBA...
• I am tired of a military response still being the automatic reflex to conflict by America. Obama asked for the clenched fist to be open, he still clenches his. The conversation is overdue.
• I am tired of the negativity in politics and the bottom line, lowest common denomination politicians we have. 
• I am tired of being treated as invisible because I have passed a perceived use by date. 
• I am tired of bills getting higher and it's not because things are better, it's because management and infrastructure have been poor
• I'm tired of CEOs and their obscene bonuses
• I am tired of sexism in the media, especially advertising
• I am tired of 'women's' magazines and the banality of their content and the stupidity of those who purchase them - if you want to read untruths buy a novel and support the hundreds of authors and publishers who struggle for a living.
• I am tired of bad manners and discourtesy. I am over the disappearing excuse me and the ever widening yawn. I could scream and the 'doof doof' of too loud iPods, the raised voices on mobile phones and the drongos that cut in front of you on footpaths.
• I am tired of people confusing religious institutions with the actual faith.
• I am tired of atheists but I am also thankful because they usually give me a laugh.
• I am tired of young people bemoaning turning '30' and anyone who take birthdays for granted 'ah it's just another day'. This is the day you, from the millions of others who didn't,were born. It is an incredible event and an amazing privilege that it happened to YOU and to dismiss it or take it for granted is an outrage. You don't have to have a big party every year but goddammit you damned well better be grateful and humbled by the fact that it is your birthday.  
• I am tired of America's addiction to firearms
• I am tired of institutional racism, war, asylum debate, calling ourselves a white anglosaxon country are all based in racism
• I'm tired of being asked 'how's your day been so far?'
• I am tired of sadness
• I am tired of debt
• I am tired of getting old, not because I don't love the experiences I notch up and value the privilege of every extra day. It's the aches, the lack of sleep, the impatience, the memory loss, the confusion, the relevance deprivation, the patronising, the failing eyesight, the assumption that because I'm an older man I might be dodgy if I smile at a child and especially I'm tired of the tiredness

So there it is. Every day I wake up is a gift. I mostly love being alive at this time in history and I most of all just love being alive. But I just wish some of the stuff in the list above were different and it would be something akin to bliss.

I hope you do to.