Well hello dear Blog Audience, you the Reader! Welcome back. As you can see, I’m posting which means….I’m back on my adventures!!! The 3 week hiatus was nice (a little too long and I recommend a shorter vacation from your vacation – your wallet will thank you). I have now landed in Sydney, Australia after 15 hours of flight time (Country #26 for those keeping track). How I survived, I cannot tell you, but I did. I think the whole make/break of this long ass flight was the fact that I forced myself to sleep, even skipping out on gelato which I heard was amazing from people waiting at baggage claim. Oh well, there will always be gelato and I don’t feel jet lagged or tired one bit. Flying past the International Date Line was rad.
Sydney is cooooold. And I’m a Californian so a high of 60 degrees Fahrenheit is otherworldly to me. Like how do people survive below 60 deg? My teeth are chattering and I’m sort of admonishing myself because I only brought 1.75 worths of pants (for those not good at math, that’s one pair of jeans and 1 pair of workout capris). I wore the capris on the plane so they are out of commission until I can locate my febreeze and make them at least smell clean. I’m a traveler, we don’t typically care how we look. Those more humane of us do care about how we smell.
And I’m really disappointed I have not seen a toilet run counterclockwise yet. I tried at the airport, at the bar I hung out at while my room was being readied and at the B&B I’m staying at. I’m beginning to think this is one big conspiracy to get people to come to Australia:)
What I can tell you is that there’s a lot more to Sydney than I thought but trekking out in the rain makes me worried. I seem to always get sick after being in cold/rainy spaces (hello Amsterdam)… So I bought supplies:
And I don’t actually need Tiger Balm but you can’t find it in the US and when in Oz, you buy things you can’t find at home. And I don’t actually need the wine either but it has 2 effects for my health: 1) keeping me warm and 2) everyone knows alcohol kills germs.
Ghost shows are on the tv in Australia and those are always my favorite things to watch. I also keep hearing whistling noises out my window and I haven’t convinced myself they aren’t real. And for the record, my shades are drawn. Ghosts in Sydney??!
There She Goes... 