Jabone and I arrived in Sydney yesterday after a relatively painless 25 hours in transit. We managed to time our sleep perfectly so that last night we went to bed at 7:30, this morning we woke up at 7:30, and the universe seems to be unfolding as it should.
The hostel is amazing – click here to check it out. Wicked rooftop patio! We yoga-ed and read up there for a while yesterday.
The locals think we’re nuts – now that it’s winter, it’s ONLY 24 degrees here.
But, don’t worry. We’re going up to Byron, and “it’s nice and warm up there.” (I’m not kidding – in the lululemon store on George Street, which we visited yesterday, they had down jackets and vests for sale.)
Today we sort of figured the bus thing out. It’s pretty foolproof, and there are kindly folk everywhere who are just itching to answer our cute questions. We made it out to Bondi Beach for the day, where we gawked at the turquoise water (the thrill of that never quite wears off for me!) and sunned ourselves like lizards.
The surfers seemed to be insanely territorial, and I saw them shoo many ill-informed swimmers out of their turf. We had all-day breakfast and a beer in a streetside cafe, and got some tips from our Canadian waitress.
There were actually some dolphins hopping around out there, too, which was a funny sight. The surfers had a harder time shooing them away. I managed not to get burnt – a major accomplishment for this fair-skinned maiden, and I MUST maintain the gradual freckling without a scorching burn. I still have nightmarish flashbacks to cold-showering myself during a sleepless night in Bali. I actually thought my skin was going to fall off.
We stopped in Bondi Junction on the way back into town so we could visit yet another lululemon store. It was teeny – more like a wittle showroom – and the girls were wicked. We picked up some cheap but delicious-looking sushi, took it back to the hostel, and downed it (with a bottle of pinot grigio, obviously) on the rooftop.
It was really like a free show – thousands of HUGE bats (like probably 18 inch wingspans) were flying right over our heads, toward some apparently really tasty feeding grounds. Ryan – this made me think of our trip to Gunung Mulu, but with bats the size of cats. I loved it. Jannine was disgusted. (Mostly by how much I loved it.)