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March 27, 2004

A room with a view in Bondi

I had paid the extra nugget for my 26 dollar dorm overlooking bondi beach. Biltmore was a large worn structure with three flights of stairs up the liftless building. The bunk beds were the highest I had encountered and without the use of a trampoline it seemed impossible to heist myself up the laddeless wonk wobble construction frame. The mattress confirmed this wouldn't be good for my ever bag damaged back. But the view was great so who gives a damn. Now there are dirty hostels and clean hostels. On the scale of dirt bags this was a seven, but the view was great so who gives a damn. And then there was the noise and wind bouncing in from the exposed bay, but the view was great so who gives a damn. And then there was that 7am wake up, the sun shining through the curtain less windows, Bondi Beach 50 yards away. This was probably the only one place in the world that one could survive without an alarm clock.
A break from the drinking, a quiet night..... what do you do in Sydney? Well the answer should be 'there are loads of things to do' but they haven't come my way yet. So I decided to go for the cultural thing, the thing that is only really possible in Sydney, I went to the cinema. Now this normal routine event was made a little more interesting by the fact I was going with Isa, the cute can't speak English but getting better day by day girl. Now what film do you watch with someone who was bound to struggle at keeping up with a fast paced American movie? Well that's where the irony comes in, I said 'How about Lost in Translation', and yes to top it off the reply came 'I'm sorry I don't understand'. This was a situation based comedy starring Bill Murray so it seemed like a good choice despite the intended irony.
In the scattered cinema Isa chose to sit right amongst a small crowd, fine. What I wasn't to realise was that Isa was to use this cinema experience as English learning exercise with Mr Cooper being the tutor. There was silence. Then in a loud distinctive German accent 'What did he say?' , 'What does that mean?'. This continued sporadically throughout the movie and was only bettered when Isa got out her Mobile phone as torch and German - English 1992 Edition dictionary to translate selected words. Isa's English has improved so much throughout the five days that I am thinking of becoming an English teacher in Germany.... or maybe not, better teach myself how to speak and spell first as proved today when I forget how to spell 'Wednesday' and a few other simple howlers. I personally blame it on Microsoft spell check software and short hand text, nothing to do with my Educational background


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