14.02.2014 - 17.02.2014
Sydney welcomed me with an illness not dissimilar to the sore throat/blocked nose/tiredness that struck me the first three September's I returned to London as a student. Western world germs. I survived four months in Asia frequenting hostels and restaurants with questionable hygiene and did not get ill but 3 days in a western environment and I've got a fever. Dan did make me feel better by keep reminding me that I wouldn't let him do the Neighbours tour in Melbourne and that he was pretty gutted about it.
On our first day we walked from Blue Parrot Hostel along the coast, through the botanical gardens to the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. It felt quite surreal to be at a monument that usually signifies 'the other side of the world' to us in England. We ate sandwiches under the bridge and went shopping in the afternoon to buy me a pair of vans and get Dan a proper haircut.
Dan was in desperate need of a good haircut one after his last one in Kuala Lumpur where the man shaved a point into the back and hoovered his head at the end- you won't find a man in SE Asia with a good haircut.
We ate a Valentines indian Dinner at a mall food court and went to a free gig at the Seymour Centre in Redfern.
Saturday was rainy so we visited the NSW Gallery and Contemporary Art Gallery. When Dan walked into the NSW Gallery he was serenaded by 3 gallery assistant performers singing and dancing 'This is so contemporary, contemporary, contemporary' an art work by Tino Sehgal. It gave me a good chuckle. Both galleries had pieces that interested us and it was good shelter from the drizzle.
In the evening we met up with Dan's friend from Saga- Tom, and his girlfriend Kate who moved here recently to try and work. We met at a 24hr Irish bar called Scruffy Murphy's which attracted the more interesting characters of Sydney including; two guys with accents so strong we couldn't decifer what they were saying but I think a €95 payment was involved, a man rummaging through the bin selecting an icecream spoon and fag butt, and finally a women gurning her face off while trying to cycle by. An hour and half later when me and Dan walked to the train station we found her around the corner arguing with a lamppost, her bike spinning out on the pavement and her gucci visor sitting wonky on her head.
The next morning I woke up sounding like a zombie so we spent $40 on medicine drugged me up and repeated a nap, tv, short walk routine for the whole of Sunday and Monday. I am pretty angry that we missed out on going to a surf competition on Manly and going to Bondi beach- based entirely on the two episodes of Bondi beach rescue that I've seen. To ease my anger it was raining heavily on both days. So much for 49º heat!
The Rocks, beloved dog
Dan browsing a hot sauce market stall, again