Saturday morning: the sun bursts into the Hanoi sky, like a football team that has waited 19 years for glory. No clouds, no grey, no rain. Not much sleep.
Last night at Le Pub I met a farming family from Hyden. He's a slime supporter, she's a poos and wees supporter, their two little girls support Freo.
They know people I know in Kulin and Lake Grace. A reminder for my return next week of how small Western Australia really is. I urged them to go to the Intercontinental event like hundreds of other Australians. I walked home and was propositioned by a young woman on a motorbike. First time that has happened. I said no, with a smile, and got a smile back.
How are the nerves in Melbourne, I wonder. They're cruel here.