The four nights in Sydney went by pretty quickly. After spending Tuesday at Bondi, Wednesday was my exploration day. I strolled down to Circular Quay through The Domain and The Royal Botanic Gardens (great herb garden!), took in the Opera House and Harbor Bridge, The Rocks, and eventually made my way back through the CBD and Hyde Park. I also paid a visit to the Museum of Contemporary Art and was lucky enough to see an the exhibition on by Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama. She seems to have dabbled in everything: painting, sculpture, film, performance art, poetry, and even installations. There were two mirrored room installations; in both the walls were all mirrors and there is only about a 1m by 4m place to stand. You are ushered into the rooms by a museum employee and the door is shut behind you. In the first room the floor was water and the ceiling was also mirrors. Hanging from the ceiling at various lengths were tiny lights, like Christmas tree lights. With the door shut and the all the mirrors the result is astounding, like you’re amongst the very stars themselves. In the second room the ceiling was white lighting and the floor was 3D stuffed figures in white and red fabric. It was also really cool. When you were waiting in line for the rooms it seemed like the time spent in the room behind the closed door was very short, but when you were actually in there it seemed like waaaaay longer. Crazy good. Of course the gift shop didn’t have any of her prints or postcards.
Yesterday we went to Manly Beach for the day. It was a beautiful day and great to spend it on the beach. When we returned to Circular Quay I took a chance and ventured into the CBD to get the Vans sandals I had seen the previous day (it was a chance because it was almost 6pm, the usual closing time for most shops). Karma or luck or something must’ve been on my side because once I got to the store it was after 6 but open until 9! YAY! New shoes! I wore them home and couldn’t stop looking at my feet the whole way! The only downside is that they squeak like mad, but that should go away after they are properly broken in.
So last night we finally felt ready to go out (Kate and I have both been a little sick in the past week with colds) and boy did we pick a good night! We started the night off with goon and Jeopardy and finally meeting the two 21 year old Canadian boys who we shared a room with (On a side note, there was a Frenchman in our room who seemed to sleep 20 hours a day. He’d go to bed early, sleep late, and then take naps. It seemed like he was always sleeping. He questioned about his sleeping behavior he replied that he had worked hard in France and was now relaxing. Boring! He also didn’t want to go out at night because he didn’t want to pay for it. ) Anyway, this girl Yazmin who once lived/worked/stayed at the hostel arrived at took us to World Bar (same one as the one in Queenstown) where she works or used to work, and got us all to the front of the line and then a good many jugs of free beer (jug = pitcher). Then the Canadian boys insisted on buying a round of teapots (girly, sweet as shit cocktail, that comes in a teapot with a shot glass. You’re supposed to pour yourself shots and share the teapot, but everyone mostly just drinks it out of the spout of the pot. I spilt a lot of mine at first and got laughed at and told to be careful by a 21 year old, haha). So the dancing began after that and that lasted for hours. In the meantime, Kate somehow got Paula (an Irish lass we’d met in Queenstown) to skip the line and into the club, and while she was out there doing that sees the guys who we knew in Byron and had randomly ran into in Surfers Paradise and partied with, waiting in line. Crazy! So by then we had a nice little group going and I had had enough dancing and needed to “hide” from “someone” so crawled into a dark corner of this big couch while Kate, Doug, Dan, and Paula played dumb as to my whereabouts. Crisis seemingly averted I came out of hiding a little prematurely, but the hint seemed to be had by then anyways. The rest of night is a blur of good times, more dancing, decent music, lots of water, and more odd run ins. We returned to the hostel at 4am, slept for about 3 hours, and then checked out, took the train and bus to Bondi, and then sat around waiting for our beds to be ready. Once that was set, I headed to the beach and jumped in the ocean hoping to cure my hangover. Then enjoyed the gorgeous weather and even more gorgeous eye candy on the beach for the next coupe hours!
Tomorrow night is Mardi Gras in Sydney and should be a hoot! Toot toot!
Yesterday we went to Manly Beach for the day. It was a beautiful day and great to spend it on the beach. When we returned to Circular Quay I took a chance and ventured into the CBD to get the Vans sandals I had seen the previous day (it was a chance because it was almost 6pm, the usual closing time for most shops). Karma or luck or something must’ve been on my side because once I got to the store it was after 6 but open until 9! YAY! New shoes! I wore them home and couldn’t stop looking at my feet the whole way! The only downside is that they squeak like mad, but that should go away after they are properly broken in.
So last night we finally felt ready to go out (Kate and I have both been a little sick in the past week with colds) and boy did we pick a good night! We started the night off with goon and Jeopardy and finally meeting the two 21 year old Canadian boys who we shared a room with (On a side note, there was a Frenchman in our room who seemed to sleep 20 hours a day. He’d go to bed early, sleep late, and then take naps. It seemed like he was always sleeping. He questioned about his sleeping behavior he replied that he had worked hard in France and was now relaxing. Boring! He also didn’t want to go out at night because he didn’t want to pay for it. ) Anyway, this girl Yazmin who once lived/worked/stayed at the hostel arrived at took us to World Bar (same one as the one in Queenstown) where she works or used to work, and got us all to the front of the line and then a good many jugs of free beer (jug = pitcher). Then the Canadian boys insisted on buying a round of teapots (girly, sweet as shit cocktail, that comes in a teapot with a shot glass. You’re supposed to pour yourself shots and share the teapot, but everyone mostly just drinks it out of the spout of the pot. I spilt a lot of mine at first and got laughed at and told to be careful by a 21 year old, haha). So the dancing began after that and that lasted for hours. In the meantime, Kate somehow got Paula (an Irish lass we’d met in Queenstown) to skip the line and into the club, and while she was out there doing that sees the guys who we knew in Byron and had randomly ran into in Surfers Paradise and partied with, waiting in line. Crazy! So by then we had a nice little group going and I had had enough dancing and needed to “hide” from “someone” so crawled into a dark corner of this big couch while Kate, Doug, Dan, and Paula played dumb as to my whereabouts. Crisis seemingly averted I came out of hiding a little prematurely, but the hint seemed to be had by then anyways. The rest of night is a blur of good times, more dancing, decent music, lots of water, and more odd run ins. We returned to the hostel at 4am, slept for about 3 hours, and then checked out, took the train and bus to Bondi, and then sat around waiting for our beds to be ready. Once that was set, I headed to the beach and jumped in the ocean hoping to cure my hangover. Then enjoyed the gorgeous weather and even more gorgeous eye candy on the beach for the next coupe hours!
Tomorrow night is Mardi Gras in Sydney and should be a hoot! Toot toot!
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