2/5/10: Sydney, Australia
I assumed that coming to Australia meant leaving behind having one-sided, incomprehensible conversations. Of course I was wrong, because it turns out that whenever I get to feeling complacent, the travel gods take notice. Today I had a conversation with an old man while waiting for Kevin outside the Greyhound terminal, and I only understood four words of it. I believe he asked me a question, or it might just be that strange upward tilt that Aussies like to use at the end of all sentences makes them seem really questioning. Anyway, I just assumed that he asked me a question and wasn’t making some sort of statement, and so in response I shrugged my shoulders and apologized and said I didn’t know. He just smiled and said (I think), “It’s ok – g’day mate.” And then he left.
Three things to note about this encounter:
- Hopefully the question he asked was not, “Do you want a million dollars?” because if it was, I really, really screwed that one up.
- Aussies actually do say “G’day mate!”
- As a girl, can I still be considered a “mate”?
Unfortunately, this cryptic conversation was just the beginning of our Aussie woes. Because when the travel gods smite thee, it’s always in threes. The second smiting came in the form of rain – and lots of it. Since we left the States back in September, we’ve only had a handful of days of rain – but since we’ve come to Sydney, it hasn’t stopped raining and doesn’t show any signs of letting up. And guess what the forecast is for Byron Bay, where we’re going tomorrow? Yep, you got it – more rain!
The third smition (work with me here) was apparent when we went out to eat our first meal in Sydney. And that is: this place is not cheap. The price of drinks is particularly absurd! $3 for a bottle of water, over $2 for a can of coke, and vitaminwater, that sexy import, is over $4! Though we knew everything would be more expensive in Oz (we’re not in Southeast Asia anymore, Dorothy), it’s really surprised us how much more expensive things actually are. The plus side to this is that we’ve decided it’s time to get out our rusty spatulas from the bottom of our packs (figuratively speaking, obviously we didn’t actually pack any spatulas) and start brushing up on our cooking skills.
Easy Mac, here we come!
Puzzles for Postcards
Where Am I? Name the city.
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