I hopped off the plane at AUS and it was certainly not a Washington D.C. party. Whether I was being naïve, lazy, or some sort of combination with a hint of genius, I decided to do very little about my plans in Sydney. I would say to myself “live outside your comfort zone, it will be good for the experience.”
I immediately hated my decision.
No cell phone and no Internet?? I felt like a grounded teenager. More for the adventure I guess.
I took the train from the airport and landed in the heart of a monstrous city named Sydney. Lugging around a giant suitcase on cheap wheels with jeans on in 90 degree weather (32 degree Celsius of course) with no where to go is a rough way to start.
After meandering around for hours and going up and down the same street quite a few times, I found a hostel. I was able to lose the drama aka all of that baggage and change my clothes.
Putting shorts on does wonders for one’s overall mood.
The rest of the day I trekked around Sydney. There is something about having no phone, no one knowing where you are, and no plans that is entirely freeing. I began to really see the city.
Sydney is a gorgeous city built on rolling hills. It would be unfair to try and compare it to any other city. The architecture is superbly modern. Every place I went I became more enthralled with the city.
The Upper Harbour (I found the panorama feature on my camera so get used to it):
Even McDonalds is classed up:
The streets hold hordes of people and hundreds of languages. I ate a falafel from Emrie’s Kebab and Pizza and tried a full Irish breakfast from Scruffy Murphy’s. The diversity rivals a UN lunch-in.
Jet lag made me tired and delirious. I had mid-day dreams of wrestling pigeons. As much as I wanted to go out that night, I went to sleep at 7pm.