Arrived in Sydney at 7.05am on the dot. Massive immigration queue and at the end of it noone could print me off my visa because "the bloke isn't in today" . Brilliant.
A train into Sydney Central Station and then over to the impossibly huge Ernst and Young building where friend, and erstwhile London flatmate, Kristy works.
Did try to get a taxi. Stopped on and said "Ernst and Young, please".
He said "Don't know it, sorry".
I went "Look, it's there. Look. I am pointing at it now". I was pointing at a huge skyscraper with Ernst and Young on the side.
"No. Don't know it."
I turned around once more to point again in case my finger had accidentally pointed at the sun or something, but when I turned back he'd driven off and picked up someone 20 yards down the road. Tosser.
Dumped my case with Kristy. I had lugged it all the way up a grand set of stairs only to find out moments later there was an escalator at the side. It was now 9am and Kristy finished at 5.15. Hmmmm. That's a lot of time to kill.
I walked into town. First impressions of Sydney, I am unhappy to report, were rather underwhelming. It's a bit faceless; a dull promenade of dark buildings populated by Starbucks, McDonalds and the odd 7-Eleven.
However, once I'd made my way down to Circular Quay things got much better. Here you can see Sydney Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge. That was good.
Fell asleep on a piece grass. Listened to an entire series of the Ricky Gervais Podcasts. Had a pizza then an icecream. Watched some Aborigines play a didgeridoo. Then back over to Kristy's.
A fairly normal day, then.
A train into Sydney Central Station and then over to the impossibly huge Ernst and Young building where friend, and erstwhile London flatmate, Kristy works.
Did try to get a taxi. Stopped on and said "Ernst and Young, please".
He said "Don't know it, sorry".
I went "Look, it's there. Look. I am pointing at it now". I was pointing at a huge skyscraper with Ernst and Young on the side.
"No. Don't know it."
I turned around once more to point again in case my finger had accidentally pointed at the sun or something, but when I turned back he'd driven off and picked up someone 20 yards down the road. Tosser.
Dumped my case with Kristy. I had lugged it all the way up a grand set of stairs only to find out moments later there was an escalator at the side. It was now 9am and Kristy finished at 5.15. Hmmmm. That's a lot of time to kill.
I walked into town. First impressions of Sydney, I am unhappy to report, were rather underwhelming. It's a bit faceless; a dull promenade of dark buildings populated by Starbucks, McDonalds and the odd 7-Eleven.
However, once I'd made my way down to Circular Quay things got much better. Here you can see Sydney Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge. That was good.
Fell asleep on a piece grass. Listened to an entire series of the Ricky Gervais Podcasts. Had a pizza then an icecream. Watched some Aborigines play a didgeridoo. Then back over to Kristy's.
A fairly normal day, then.
Do Smoke On The Water....
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I have it on good authority that the Aboriginals with the didgeridoos at Circular Quay rake in a fortune.
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