After a couple of weeks in China, wandering around in a haze of
incomprehension, awe, and dumplings, Sydney at least made sense on all the
superficial levels. I could read the
road signs, for instance. My phone
worked properly, so if I got lost I could at least go online and look at
pictures of people's cats. And because we were now back on the Explorers Club:
Antarctica touring roadshow, I was suddenly tour manager again so I had to know
what was going on and make decisions and stuff.
Thunder in Sydney
In China I didn't have to make any decisions at all, not even about such
basic functions as feeding myself - I just ate everything that appeared in
front of me and grinned as broadly as circumstances permitted. We spent the
entire tour being picked up and dropped off in various locations in a
succession of late-model SUVs and sedans, being gently guided from hotels to
venues to restaurants to points of scenic interest to restaurants to markets to
restaurants to enormous statues of Chairman Mao and then, usually, to a
restaurant. About the only real input I
had into any aspect of my routine for two weeks was to insist that somewhere
along the way we find me coffee at least once a day, in order to prevent
unpleasentness. This kind of lifestyle is a lot of fun, but it's no good for a
person's hustle - it doesn't take long to get soft. Also, at some point I ate or drank or
otherwise ingested some aspect of China that made me really quite ill, so by
the time Sydney rolled around I was operating on a much reduced strategic
reserve and generally being a bit whiny.
Fortunately, Sydney turned out to be pretty straightforward, even
supportive. The accom was clean, the
taxis were cheap, the venue was great - another human-sized DIY joint run by
someone who loves putting on shows for her neighbours - and I discovered that
in Sydney, you can leave your camera on the train and it doesn't matter at all
because it will be waiting for you at the lost property office in the next
station that same afternoon. You can
also buy proper cold medication at the pharmacy if you show them your passport
and sign the right forms, so I was able to medicate myself into something close
to performance standard. This was lucky, since we were there to play three
shows in the Sydney Fringe, and after we picked up a nice review on the second
night, we had a full house for our final show and all was right in the
world. Like, apart from my digestive
system, which was still trying to figure out what I had done to it in China,
but that is not a story everyone will want to hear about.
Full house at The Newsagency on the last night of the Sydney Fringe
So now it's a week of show in the Melbourne Fringe, and so far that has
meant good turnouts and dead-silent theatre audiences, which is always a good
time. Staying in one place for a week is a new thing for The Explorers Club, so
we are filling our days with punting in the Botanic Gardens, looking at art
in the NGV, and trying to find the exact spot where Paul Kelly wrote 'Leaps and Bounds,' because that is how we rock and roll. Then it's back to the old country for some Mermaid & Mariner shows - Golden Dawn on the 15th, Museum of Wellington City And Sea on the 16th and Mussel Inn on the 18th of Oct. Shanties ahoy!
High on the hill, looking over the bridge to the MCG... Tim Guy reckons it was actually a bit further up the river.
So much art, so little wall space
