$6 Jugs

G'day from sydney australia. after a 14 hour flight complete with in seat movies, three meals and exploding salad dressing, i arrived in sydney less than bright eyed and bushy tailed. kit and i schlepped our carry on rolly bags with matching backpacks and duty free booze off the plane, through customs and onto a free shuttle that seemed like it may abduct us into the outback instead of drop us off at our seedy hostel. i say seedy and i mean it sincerely. it was kinda dingy and gross, but we made friends with an irish guy this morning at 8 am. he was drinking red bull mixed with boxed wine. mmmm mmm good. he also told me i looked like a brad. oh well. i prefer my name anyways and we bailed on that hostel about three minutes later. now we are staying over a pub with our own room and bathroom. much more my style- you can buy cheap pitchers aka jugs of beer and then just toddle on up to the room for a nap. HOLLA

ok that last paragraph was kinda jumpin around and like wow. i need a second to collect my thoughts so that i can properly impart the wonders that i have beheld since in sydney.'



ok thoughts collected.

yesterday after checking into the hostel we grabbed a free map and started wandering the streets. we found a really cool old catholic church and strolled through a park. we took pictures in front of the opera house and even went inside for minute. very cool stuff- its really cavernous and a little intimidating. very opera-y. we just explored the streets for a few hours and got a feel for the city before returning back to our hostel for nap time and showers. we then went to watch the national rugby league grand final at the bar that we are now staying over. it was packed with aussies and they meant business. old men were drinking jugs by themselves and all sorts of other dudes were there just yelling for the most part. kit and i, being the avid rugby fans that we are, had no idea what the hell was going on. it was sortof like football but at the pace of soccer and way more fun than either one to watch. the players would wail on each other and then get up like it was nothing, all the while without pads. they make american football players look like the wimply little kid who lived down the block from you whose mom made him wear all the pads to go rollerblading, including wrist guards (ok that was me). rugby players are bad ass. end of story. we managed to befriend a drunk aussie with bad teeth and awkwardly long jorts who sortof told us what was going on mostly by yelling "FUCK FUCK FUCKIN FUCK" whenever anything happened. suffice it to say his team didnt win.

after this enlightening experience we returned to our hotel, made some cheap pasta and then passed the F out at 9 o clock, only to be awakened by our 2 asian roommies who we never actually interacted with.

this morning after our breakfast with the drunk irish guy we went to the royal botanical gardens where we saw wild cocatoos and fruit bats everywhere. those bastards were hanging in every tree they could. apparently they dont live in caves here, just in city parks. waaay cool. we also went to the australian maritime museum and the sydney fish market. the fish market was giant, smelly and overwhelming, but made me want some sushi reaaaal bad. dinner perhaps? we shall see. for now we are hoppin on some free internet and planning our next adventure- beach time, national parks and wine tasting. HELLLL YEAH