Sydney - part 1

Well when we arrived in Sydney airport we forked out an extortionate 12 bucks for a 5 minute train journey into town. It’s like because it’s from the airport that naturally it should be a higher charge. Rrrippppp. Anywho we arrived at the cheapest place in town (50 oz dollars per twin room per night) and went to check in. at check in we realised that if we paid for a week we got a free night so we decided to pay for a week. “Do ye want to have a look at the room first?”, the English guy behind reception asked… “no it’s grand sure”, we says. Lol. The place was a dive. Perhaps we should have. Although to be fair, because it was so cheap, I doubt we would have moved even if we had seen the room. Tee hee hee. Crazy gypsies.

So we dumped our stuff and went off down to Sydney Harbour to see the Opera house
and Sydney Harbour Bridge. It was a long walk, but it was a beautiful day.
I was in awe at the Opera house as I had always wanted to go there as a kid and I never thought I would get there. I reckon this is due to my best friend (when I was 8) moving to Oz, and I had promised I would go and have a look about for her. But I didn’t. he he.
Well really. I’m not five anymore ye know…
We took lots of pics and wandered around in the sunshine. Then I’m pretty sure we treated ourselves to a bit of grub at a nearby food court or delicious Asian food place.

The next day we met up with Beran – a dude we know from going clubbing in London all the time and from spending a week together in Ibiza last year. Beran picked us up outside our dive in his sporty car and his gei pink t-shirt. We were delighted to see an old friend and Beran brought us off for the day on the Beran tour of Sydney. He brought us to see Coogee Beach – where we went for a drink and had a yap about old times. Then he brought us to see Bondi beach which looked brill. Unfortunately it was about 14 degrees celcius and there was not a soul in sight. Usually though (apparently) it’s brill and we hear FULL of Irish. Then Beran kindly offered us a room in his gaff for a few days to keep him company. We were excited but we had already paid for the week in the krappy hostel. So Beran told us to make up some krap about a family emergency and tell the guy at reception in our hostel so that we could maybe reschedule our stay. We agreed, then got around the corner, looked at each other and decided we couldn’t say that knowing that it wasn’t true. So we decided to tell the hostel guy the truth and he was cool. He said we could rearrange our days for next week and we were chuffed. We spent 20 mins or prob more repacking our stuff that we had lovingly put on our krappy shelves for the week into our bags and off we went to the most beautiful, most fantastic hosue of all for a week with BJ.

We took it easy for the first day or two at BJs. Then Beran and his gorgeous girlfriend Claire brought us about town to markets, pubs, friends’ gaffs, restaurants, the movies and into town and god knows what else. We had a great time. Beran’s gaff is cool. He has a sauna and a pool, which despite the minus 5 degrees temperature, we made use of. The sun was shining after all!! We had a great time Noone could have done more for us than BJ. It was great. But before long it was time to stop imposing on poor Beran and hit our hostel again for our second week in Sydney.

But not before a boozy night out in Sydney with Beran and his mates. We went to some trendy bar in …… . We drank a shed load of beer and wine out on the balcony upstairs while talking to Berans mates Tom, Juggy et all…. Then we went to some dive in kings cross that was pretty crap and then onto a pool late serving beer bar where miraculously beran and I beat his mate tom and other friend phil in a game of pool lol. The night was traditionially rounded off with some Mc Donalds, where lisa couldn’t believe I was actually eating as I always go on about how crap it is etc. However, when you are twisted and there are very few food options left an have only has a lil to eat that day…. McDonalds sounds feckin greeeeet! So chips all over the cab ride home and some big mac iun bed ensuide. The next day we got to meet BJ’s mum sober and she made us some nice tea and dropped us into town to our mansion.