I had an amazing time. Actually, that's an understatement. I had one of the best, eye opening, inspiring, freeing experiences of my life. I've heard the phrase "The memories will out-live the debt." And holy shit, they've never been more applicable. It was more expensive than I had planned, and the weather was brutally hot (100*+ and swamp-ass humidity), but I still cried on the day I left.
After my 8 hour layover with Leah and William, I boarded the plane and discovered I had an entire row to stretch out and sleep on. I ate my in-flight dinner, scored like, 7 mini pillows and 3 blankets, took a xanax, and slept like a baby. Around 5:30 AM, the flight attendants woke me up for breakfast, and I saw one of the most jaw-dropping sunrises in my life.
Australia is beautiful. The sky is bigger, the water is blue-green, the streets are clean, and even the graffiti looks like it was professionally commissioned. We went to 2 zoos and an aquarium, where I saw so many kangaroos and koalas (both incredibly lazy) and sharks (big and small). We even saw a platypus! And I came face to face with a huntsman spider, which was thankfully in an exhibit (huzzah--Audrey: 1, Australian Spiders: 0). We lost money gambling. We brown-bagged it through the streets. I painted dude's toes. I forgot to pack enough socks. I was defeated three times by kebabs. I ate kangaroo. I heard "g'day" 5 times. I tromped around town. No one asked me to see my "kno-ife." I learned how to bun my hair. I met amazing people. I ate round, flat bacon. I watched too much British television. I wore shorts every day. I tried Vegemite (I'm pretty sure it's made of sodomy and bad feelings). I drank expensive scotch. I shared many an awkward inside joke. I had a fabulous time.
And even though I only had a camera phone, I tried to capture it the best I could (and finally, I had an excuse to use my panorama function!) So here's a smattering of the billion pictures I got.
|racist coin banks (I'll fore-go showing the really terrible ones)|
|brown bagging it through Sydney|
|drinking by the river|
|me and Odicus|
|Odie's roommate, Joel, caught this with 360* camera abilities. Stupid Fancy iPhones and their amazing picture times.|
|Drinking by the river was followed by midnight kebabs and watching the stars from behind the Harbor bridge. What a fantastic night.|
|Sydney's Sea Life Aquarium is one of six aquariums in the world that have manatees.|
|I got to pet this giant stick bug under her thorax. It felt like baby skin. It was weird. And awesome. #YOLO|
|New Years Eve|
|New Years Day mimosas|
|it was so hot on New Years Day, we filled the tub with cold water and had a sail boat party|
|mine was the SS Tiger Blood (the only one that didn't sink, mind you)|
|surprisingly, the only wild spider encounter I had. Thank you Baby Jesus.|
|main building on the University of Sydney campus|
|Soul Eating Clowns|
|day drinking and ukulele's|
|Joel winning big at slaps|
|New Town tracks|
|the Star Wars bar that would not open. Despair.|
|looking smug on the ferry|
|on the day we decided to Zoo it up, it was unmercifully hot. All the animals were miserable.|
|Some of Sydney's awesome architecture|
|I could live here.|
|baby Hats in the water|
|corner beach bar|
|Love. We schlepped for what felt like hours in 100* heat looking for a particular bottle shop. Once we reached it, it was Heaven.|
|melting poster tac.|
Moral of the story: take an impulse vacation. Go get your groove back.