Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie!

So the Sydney was our first port of call on the Australian continent. A clean, european-like city and after China it was very much like home without actually being home. Difficult to tell whether that would make you more or less homesick! Walking into the Wakeup Hostel that morning was just like going back into Uni halls...the whole setup felt like that and to further push the likeness everyone was sleeping in everyone else's beds...aftermath of the night before!

Joe, having bunked-off work for the day, found us at lunch/breakfast for a bit of a catchup and the down-and-dirty on what's hot an what's not. A day filled with nothing-much taught me where the supermarket was and how to cook for myself once again...apparently you can't get meals for less than a pound here - now where's the fun in that?! It seems I'd forgotten about the order stuff goes in the frying pan though so the final result had tastes it probably shouldn't. A trip to the bar with my roomies that night rounded-off the lazy experience and introduced us to the same tunes which we'd hear every night down in Sidebar.