Exploring Sydney

January 28th - After 11 hours of solid rest, we couldn't sleep any later than 5:30am. We also couldn't stay in our room as Karl was passed out in his whitey tights and I know it is never good to awake a drunken Irishman. To pass the time until civilization awoke, we figured some Internet would be a good way to pass the time. I think on our 10 minute walk up to Mcdonald's (they have free Wi-Fi) in King's Cross we saw about 50 people leaving the neighborhood from their night out, keep in mind the sun was already visible. King's Cross is similar to Amsterdam in that everything seems to be legal and rules are a thing of the past. It was a drunken mess of people in their high heels, short skirts, designer jeans and shirts with puke scattered about the street and sidewalks. I'd say it was similar to walking home from the KK (Kollege Klub) at bar time if it weren't for the prostitutes looking to make one last deal before the real world started their day. I don't know about you, but this was my first experience seeing a 'tutee in action. The women were anywhere between 25 - 55, but all had several things in common; a short skirt that left little to my dirty imagination, a cigarette in hand and I guess the give away would be when they asked if I wanted to fuck. Other than that, I suppose they were just like any other hard working female. YOU GO GIRL!!!! 

From King's Cross we ventured to Wolloomooloo, Potts Pointe, the Botanical Gardens, Circular Quay, Sydney Opera House, The Rocks (One of the first neighborhoods that the convicts were sent to, cobblestone streets and pubs galore.), Darling Harbor and the Star Casino where I watched an Asian man lose $2,500 in about three minutes.Needless to say we explored the entire city while battling the sweltering heat. Apparently the day before we arrived was the start of a 10 day heat wave. Now for those of you who know me well, I'll admit I have a slight "sweating problem." Call it what you will, but my forehead glistens and beads of moisture drip from my face when the temperature is above 78.4 degrees. I also have the thickest f'ing hair and with the mop on my head I made the decision to buzz it off. I was a new man, except for the foot sweat/odor issue that still persists. No one's perfect. 

We then met Brent and boarded the train to Wollongong where he and his girlfriend Kerry live. We needed to stock up on groceries, and Brent, to my surprise, was more than willing to let me drive. With the wheel on the right side of the car and the speedometer reading in Kilometers, my only mistake was using the windshield wipers which I thought was the blinker…..EVERYTHING is opposite here. Even the toilets flush the opposite way. We finished off our day with some lamb skewers on the barbie, a Cooper's Pale Ale in hand (my new favorite beer) watching the Australian Open Live.