Sydney

We arrive in Sydney and take a van to our hostel, Wake Up. It's about 10 am, but we all feel like it's at least 3 pm. Jet lag-- weird shit. Well, we all take showers, and get ready to explore the city a little. Realize that our hostel is about 3 miles away from the Sydney Opera House. We were planning on visiting the nearest park. We walk around a little and with the use of a map, I find that we've come to Sydney only to end up in Chinatown. Great. It's like Iowa State campus all over again. Anyway, my group is hungry, so we eat at this odd smelling kabob stand. For those of you who don't know, a kabob is an Afghanistan treat made of dirty meat and sticks. Awesome. I order a water. We end up walking to the park. I am quickly distracted by fountains. Tammy and I share a love of running water. Just in case you weren't aware, there are fountains every 50 meters from Wake Up hostel to the Sydney Opera House. Yes, it WAS necessary to see every last one, and my group was satisfied with the rationalization that they'd get to see the Opera House. Tourists.

The rest of Sydney is kind of a blur except for the people I met and other things so I'll just tell you about the unimportant crap here:

-We took a ferry so we could get sweet pictures. I forgot my camera. The sun wasn't shining, and I got really cold. I was also hungover. On a boat. Do you know what chumming is?
-We ran into Aborrigines (spelling) playing the diggereedoo along with techno music. They sold CDs. I own one.
-We went to Bondi beach, which is Sydney's most famous. Meh, it was okay. Really crowded. And recently, the news has been boasting about all the Great White Shark attacks there. Awesome.

Now for the more important things-- Parties, fool. Our hostel, like all hostels apparently, had a bar attached. It's name is Side Bar. When we got back from the Opera House, we met one of our roommates named Suzie. Suzie is an amazing person who had a similar humor to my own, so I of course fell in love. Suzie told us about Side Bar and how we'll learn to hate it. Not exactly true. Throughout the night, we ended up meeting the rest of our roommates, Sarah and Emily included. Sarah was really adorable... Oh, shit, they're all from england... I forgot to say that. I'm a crap writer, but you're reading this anyway. Okay, well anyway, Sarah and I ended up drinking together a lot. Suzie sometimes, and I didn't really get to know Emily. Sydney kind of became a blur of 3 nights, so I don't really know where to go from here... I guess my last night was the night I got the most drunk, and it capped off with a pillow fight in the commonplace with a guy from the Netherlands. Weird. I woke up the next morning for our flight with another hangover, blood under my fingernail, and what felt like a broken tailbone. I couldn't tell you how. Now that Sydney had gotten a taste of the Rob Barger hurricane, it was time to inflict myself upon New Zealand.