January 27th - And so it begins. We boarded a train from the international terminal with Wynyard Station in the CBD or Central Business District being our final destination. With our massive backpacks, camera case and our smuggled drugs, we made our way above ground to George St. The air smelled of an environmentally friendly heap of fresh rain scented Febreeze sprayed over and over and over again…I never thought I'd use that one again. The cars were driving in the opposite direction, the temperature was close to 80 degrees before 9 am, there was a Burger King logo that instead read Hungry Jack's, bottles and food labels read in milliliters and kilojoules and needless to say we weren't in the United States any longer. We managed to track down Brent Snow (Wisconsin buddy who works in Sydney and the one we'll be staying with him over the weekend.) who gave us a cell phone to activate for our three weeks in Australia. With our flip phone in hand and a SIM card purchased, we were "connected" again.
Kate and I spent our first day securing a room at Hotel Strand, a shitty hostel located just outside of Kings Cross for $19.00 a person. (Kings Cross is the equivalent of the Red Light District in Amsterdam.) The room consisted of two extremely uncomfortable bunk beds, two 1960's lockers, a window that didn't close and essentially a room temperature that never dipped below 90 degrees. We also had a roommate named Karl from Belfast, Ireland. We ventured out after changing our clothes (that had been on for about 30 plus hours straight), had lunch, and explored the neighborhood. The jet lag was catching up to us and our sleep schedule was in need of a major adjustment. We crashed at 6:45pm and were both down for the count. I also just realized what a boring day this must have been to read. I mean we are in Australia and here I am talking about Febreeze and Burger King. Read on at your own will.
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