It’s perhaps a little unfair to think of Oz as a place I’m skipping through, especially in light of all it has to offer, but having travelled here when I was 19 & hung out with numerous in various parts of the world I reckon I’
ve a fairly accurate idea how this deeply cultural nation tick.
I arrived into Sydney international airport after a crippling 2.5 day dog leg journey back through Jo’burg (where I picked up my Round the world route). Mel, a friend from London now living back in Sydney picked me up & kindly showed me the sights & sounds of the city by night. The weekend passed as one long party, consisting of a couple of laps around the Kings Cross & Wooloomooloo areas. Despite being completely spaced out for the first few days of my stay I managed to hook up with Marty & between us we managed to assist Australia towards its annual beer & wine quota.
I was thankfully able to run off the beer Monday morning with a run from Cooggee Beach to Bondi. The gentle terrain turned into a hilly nightmare, as I quickly discovered that I’d been sat on my bum for far too long crossing Africa & my legs turned to jelly. To recover I treated myself to a drive into Sydney city centre to catch up with Marty for lunch & some slightly more sober conversation.
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