2/2/11 - 2/4/11
The international portion of my trip has begun! I touched down in Australia two nights ago after saying my final goodbyes to hawaii.
The flight to Australia was...interesting. The flight took about 10 hours, and there was a very annoying child behind me with an affinity for kicking seats. Sitting next to me was a very handsome woman with a charmingly subtle adam's apple. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask (for example, so did you get butt implants?) I figured this was probably inappropriate, so I decided to try to ignore the little twit behind me as much as I could and try to get some sleep.
I grabbed the ferry from the city in Sydney to a beach town called Manly Beach. The ferry provided for a beautiful view of the city, a similar ride as the Staten Island ferry to Manhatten, only without the budweiser tall boys.
I arrived in Manly around 10 p.m, found my hostel, and went out immediately to meet a friend of mine at her pizza shop. Two things hit me very quickly, it is crazy hot here (it was in the 90's at night), and everyone here is super nice. A good friend of mine (you know him as Mr. Alex Rast) lived in Manly for a few years, so I was greeted with a big group hug from some of his friends in Manly. Before long I was covered in sweat from dancing, and wondering how people can afford to live here and binge drink at the same time (beers at a cheapish bar were about $9)
My new friend Alexandra picked me up at 8 am the next morning and took me on a tour of beaches around Manly, all of which were beautiful. The water is crystal clear, and a much needed relief from the heat.
New friends. From left to right - Alex, Subway, Davey T, Shaz, and Em
After the beaches I was taken to a restaurant with awesome fajitas, and most importantly, was byob. I think between the 7 of us we put away 6 bottles of wine and bottle of port with dinner. Now that's how to eat dinner.
I've already been pleased with the chance to get some international opinions on everything from the Norwegian perspective on DUI's, to an Irish perspective on the best way to cook potatos (mashed).
Taking a little relief from the sun to write this post now, and later today I will be introducing s'mores to some Australian folk around a bonfire. Apparently there are no graham crackers here, so I brought some of America's finest with me. Results to come later.