My first night in the hostel was interesting. I had been fighting to stay up, but by 9:30 I was absolutely passed out. Later on in the night, my bunk mate came back, and she was making some noise, not too much, just enough to wake me up. I was so dead tired and when I woke up, I was confused, and I had NO IDEA where I was. I started yelling, "Where am I?" and "I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it!" Like a crazy person. My poor drunk bunkmate was trying to reassure me, "It's okay I'm just trying to get to my bunk. It's okay."
I quickly returned to my past out state, and then I heard a crash and a groan. My bunkmate had fallen off her bed. She was on the floor a little bit, so I got out to make sure she was okay. She then quickly got up, and I offered to help her back up, but she was able to get back up on her own. It was a funny scene for both of us, I had wanted us to be able to laugh about it later, but by the time I got back at the end of the day, I already had a new bunkmate, I don't even know the other girl's name. Such is hostel life.
I was awake before the other girls in my room, and I went out and had the free breakfast that they serve here. I had muesli and toast with breakfast marmelade ... if I had forgotten where I was again, that breakfast would have helped me to remember.
After breakfast, I was back to central station, where I wanted to get my ticket printed for the train, as well as getting some extra cash for the trip. As I walked around, I realized that I had only seen a small slice of central station. I was now in the opposite side of central station, where the inter-state trains depart from, and it's grand and beautiful. And much more reminiscent of central stations elsewhere. I knew that there was a Westpac ATM somewhere near, I just wasn't sure exxactly where. A friendly Aussie showed me the way to go, and soon I was getting cash from a shady ATM that was next to three homeless men, one of which, after I gave him some change, told me that he and I could make beautiful American babies. great.
On the way back, another Aussie stopped me asking for money for the bus. Now I am not an idiot. I know she was panhandling, but I have enough of my mother in me that when I see people in need, especially women, I have to help at least a little. So I gave her the rest of my coin change. She seemed grateful, and asked if I was American. When I answered that I was she told me that she wanted to go to America to become a singer, so I also gave her three of the quarters I still had on me.
Later, I realized that in Australia they have dollar and I think two dollar coins .... so what I thought was just change ... oops. Well, I hope I made their day.
Then, off I went to get onto my double decker sight seeing bus. I went on a double decker sight seeing bus with Aunt Silvia when we were in Paris, and I liked it. So I knew that that is what I wanted to do Sydney. So I got on the first best thinking it was the Sydney tour, but was pleasantly surprised when I learned that it was going to Bondi instead.
Bondi is the most famous beach in Sydney, and it's beautiful ... I kept having visions of Bay Watch as I looked out ... and then I remembered something ... was Bay Watch filmed on Bondi? Hmmm ... I'll have to look that up.
BONDI!
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| Anyone else thinking what I'm thinking? |
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| There were TONS of surfers when I was there ... so, okay, okay, the stereotype is true :) |
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| The waves looked crazy, but the surfers liked it |
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| Abby's now been in Sydney! |
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| Brooke's and Alex's didn't turn out so well, so I'll have to redo them some place else :) |
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| Someone drove past in this car playing Beach Boys music ... it definitely made my day |
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| Alex has been to Sydney too!!! :) |
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| Cool wall art |
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| Most of my pictures aren't very good at showing how BIG Bondi is, this does a better job of showing that |
I was walking back from the grocery store and ran into a missionary. Sweet thing is a month out, and had gotten a tad separated from his companion. He was walking in the opposite direction and I had just passed one casino and two strip clubs, and it was getting to be Friday night craziness. He told me that they didn't have much luck on Friday and Saturday nights in the area (they live in the city), haha, and I can certainly see why. You have a bunch of 20'somethings partying ... they're not in the mood to talk to the missionaries at that point.
A very attractrive Irish guy stopped and asked me for directions on my way back, and I was able to give them, and then later on a roommate was asking how to get to three monkeys ... both times I was able to tell how to get there ... One day in Sydney, and I'm practically a local ;)
All in all it was all awesome. There are still moments when I wish I wasn't on my own, but I had a long, busy and fun day ... so I rarely noticed. I was out the door at 8:15, and I didn't get back to the hostel until that night at 8:30 pm
So off I go in a few hours to catch the train to Perth, so I probably won't be able to contact anyone for a few days, but who knows, maybe I'll hit a wifi area :)
Sydney
other photos will have to uploaded later ... technical difficulties ...
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