Wow it has been awhile since I have even thought about writing on here but now that I am settled in Perth, and have an inexpensive internet connection, I think it is time to start sharing stories about our adventures in Australia. The whole tale seems overwhelming to tell all at once so I'll go little by little.
The first couple of days in Sydney were a whirlwind. We were disoriented from the huge time change and painfully long flight, but excited to explore the famous city. We walked and walked and walked all day until the only thing left was to crash into bed at the hostel. Oh the hostel. While Sydney was our first taste of Australia, the Jolly Swagman was our first taste of hostel life. Located in the King's Cross (which any guidebook will tell you is the center of Sydney's backpacker culture, full of cheap accommodations, camper vans for sale, lively bars and seedy gentleman's clubs), the Swagman was a culture shock of its own. The first night of our delirious jet lagged sleep was disturbed when a french man started banging on our door trying to get the attention of our German roommate. At 4am. Late night shenanigans seemed to be the norm and we soon were accustomed to hearing all the international folks coming in late as the pubs closed. We even joined sometimes.
The opera house and harbour bridge were as picture perfect as one would imagine. Both sights hit you in the face with the fact that you were in fact ACTUALLY in Australia. One afternoon, we ventured to the Sydney Aquarium and wildlife park and were introduced to all the sneaky, venomous things that could kill you. One of the sections was actually called "The Venom Zone". Sort of terrifying. Luckily though most Australians seem to still be alive and not suffering from constant spider or snake bites, so I try not to think about it. The trip to the wildlife park ended with kangaroos and koalas which almost made up for all the venom.
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