“For the Term of His Natural Life” is the title of a classic Australian book. I have not read it, but I do have it in my book collection. It looks really fab on my new bookshelf. I’ve been advised by friends that it is about a bloke who gets convicted for stealing a pencil in London back in the olden days, and they get sent to the warm sunny climes of Australia as a punishment. A modern liberalist interpretation is that they are stuck in Sydney due to socio-economic conditions at the time. This is very ironic, as this is also the fate of Australians nowadays.
A new pattern is emerging in Australia again, where hard working Australians (like myself) are having our wings clipped, much in the same manner as the battlers who got stuck here in the first place. The bloody Aussie dollar has fallen again, which basically means that I may have to think twice about popping off to Finland for Christmas Day, enjoying a brief ski in the French Alps, before heading off for a sail around the Greek Islands and finally visiting the ice sculptures in Japan over this Christmas New Year break. Even places like Thailand look expensive as the Aussie dollar tumbles further and further every day. What a person to do when the Aussie dollar is heading south of the Russian Rouble??
Its a bloody travesty. It’s obvious that we are about to become a nation of people who are stuck at the arse end of the world again. We will need to cut down on overseas travel going forward. Holiday choices will now be based primarily within the state, with the lucky few getting the chance to jet off exotic locations like Proserpine or Mildura. Overseas now means doing a trip to Tasmania.
As this is supposed to be a grateful diary, I am grateful I did the Trans Siberian trip back in June to August, - this was the best time to spend those Aussie dollars, as shown by the graph above. Even Hong Kong was cheap, but if I ever return there, I will never be able to afford anything, except a dish of oily fish noodles out in the suburbs of the New Territories. It would not be worth the bloody suffering on economy class flights!
So now we probably have to stay at home in Australia for holidays. Future holidays to get some tropical weather will involve intolerable experiences in Queensland, where lots of old old people with reptilian skin pile their plates full of reheated prawns at the “All you can eat” buffet on the Gold Coast (especially on a Monday or Tuesday night). I don’t think I can play the game of pretending that Melbourne is like “Europe”, especially when the sun is beating down with 44 degree heat and the only way to escape is to drive into a clogged underground freeway – at least by the time you get back to the surface, the weather would have changed to the point where Melbourne could pass as a provincial corner of Siberia in the middle of winter. Instead of going to Asia for exotic culture and good food, we will have to settle for the Kingsgrove RSL Chinese Restaurant, or perhaps a trip to Temasek in Parramatta if you want to get your fill of Malaysian. I’ll just try to ignore the sound of poker machines in the outdoor garden terrace, as I contemplate higher buddist thoughts.
Indeed, we have been sentenced. Bugger the interest rate issue…. let’s raise interest rates to boost the Aussie dollar!!
