The fireworks of Sydney have become, I found out last night, quite the tourist draw card. I spent my evening surrounded by people from Norway, Vietnam, Japan, France, Britain, and Ireland. There were probably more. In fact, I am sure of it. They shut down parts of the harbour as each section filled with an ugly sea of people. Some folk had even bought along miniature tents to wear away the day in. My friends had come through at midday, reportedly, on a line that stretched out for two hours to find their spot, which was a nice spot, but maybe a little too much work for two shows of fifteen minute fireworks, if you want my opinion (i spent ten minutes in the line and thought that was too long). However, another of my friends messaged me at eleven in the evening, on the train, and heading in to watch things go bang, and I wished her luck. Some families left after the nine o'clock session, but it was still packed in that ugly people kind of way. It was worse than the 2000 celebration which, I might add, was the last time I went into the city to watch the fireworks. That night I stood near the bridge and left covered in ash.
Still, a couple of minutes after the fireworks, a cute Scottish girl came up to me and asked for a light. I did, and afterward, she gave me a hug and called me her angel. Could you disagree with a year that starts that way?
I've decided no.
Welcome to 2007.