Day: September 10, 2013

Vegemite. Still as horrible as I remember it while staying with Kiwis in Dublin. How do they love this salty mess?

It’s 5:30 local time and I swear the sun is going down here already. This might explain why they were offering sunset cruises around five o’clock!

Have you you ever had a flight which lasts fifteen hours and the only thing you can think of when you exit the plane is:

A – boy, I’m surprised I didn’t lose my left leg in there from inactivity!
B – Is it normal for my underwear to be sticking to my person?
C – Where is the nearest shower for heavens sake?!

All these thoughts were swirling around while Vero and I made our way out of the Sydney airport. We took a local train into the city and made our way to a cafe to meet the gentleman who we are renting his apartment from.

All Hell started to break loose when he wasn’t at his place of employment and when a co worker called, there was no response. We finally got in touch with him to find out that the place wouldn’t be ready until two in the afternoon! Luckily at this point, I wasn’t feeling the effects of jet lag so we figured the best course of action was to truck along with our backpacks and tour what we could.

We got a good taste of the city by heading down to the harbour front. It surprisingly doesn’t smell like saltwater so I will find out later if that is a common thing around these parts. I also feel that Sydney reminds me of parts Ottawa, Toronto, and Halifax so far. There is nothing much radically different to be jarring, although their hot dog wieners are quite red!

The jet lag, heavy packs and the 30+ degree took their toll on me and it was slow going to the apartment for the most part. Little breaks here and there helped out. To my walkabout crew back at work reading this…I should have trained for the adventure while carrying thirty pounds of backpack!

At two we arrived and our host was quite apologetic as this was not originally planned. He was nice enough to pick up some breakfast items and some beer for us! In fact, I’m going to try one right now…

Now that I have had a shower and am sitting here writing this, I may have two questions left…

A – Where is the damn bottle opener in this joint?
B – Why are there a slew if rainbow flags hanging in the streets where we are staying? I think I will ask my world travelling father if he knows what is up with this scenario…