Barry Frost

This is Barry Frost’s personal website.

September 2001

The horrific terrorist crisis in New York’s kind of put a big dampener on things and you feel guilty trying to have fun after all the deaths and tragedy there. It’s also quite worrying when we’ve got seven flights ahead of us soon, four of which are in America. Let’s hope the terrorists are captured, airport security tightened and that everything’s settled. It’s just horrifying and disturbing what some will do in the name of religion.

We’re now in Melbourne after a couple of days in dull, barren Canberra. The capital’s spread out with museums, government buildings and little else. We enjoyed the war memorial and the walk up Mt Ainslie and found a great indian restaurant. Melbourne, although not quite as funky as Sydney, is much better. We’re staying with my (second?) cousins in Glen Waverly, just outside Melbourne. We’ve had dinner with my Great Aunt and Uncle who came here in the fifties and are off to the Aussie Rules Football between Richmond and Carlton on Saturday with Alastair. Not sure of the rules - it looks like hundreds of blokes trying to mark the ball and then make drop kick goals - but it’ll be good to see one Aussie team lose for once!

The sun’s finally made it out from the rainclouds just as Sue and I set off on the Coogee to Bondi Beach walk. It’s basically full of beautiful people walking dogs. Sydney’s growing on us, especially Coogee where we’re staying at the moment.

I think our stumbling on the All Blacks’ line-out training session did them no favours; they lost in the last minutes of the Tri-Nations decider against Australia, cocking up the huge majority of their line-outs. We watched at a Coogee pub with a strangely evenly-split crowd of Kiwis and Aussies. Once again the “Lucky Country” beat another of our teams, the flamin’ mongrels.