Sausages and Sprints
Hit the Steakhouse two doors away from my hotel last night but was dissapointed to find that a simple steak and salad was not directly on the menu. All the set meals came with bloody pancakes. Of course, they do call themselves a Steak and Pancake House but sheesh.
Anyway, I still managed to combine seperate side orders of ham steak, kranski sausage, grilled tomato and salad into the kind of meal I wanted and the result was pretty damn good. Also threw in some of those leftover champignons.
Later, I polished off the rest of the strawberries with coconut cream and nuts and slept like a baby.
Did some runnning along the river in the morning as planned and nearly ran down some of those gorgeus black swans that populate the area. Even with a light jacket on I had to end up carrying my phone, wallet and hotel keys which meant a lot of bumping and rattling. This was obviously not conducive to any hard sprinting but we made do. Tried pushups on the back of some park benches but it was too damn cold and wet and my hands kept slipping off. Did race up and down the steps of the Convention Centre though and nearly died of asphyxiation.
Dinner at a place called Pokies (no, don’t ask) was good though volleyball certainly could have been better.
This free hotel coffee that I faithfully drink every morning reminds me of our in-joke re Douwe.
