Oppression, Kangaroo Balls, and the Opera House

It’s officially been a week and a half since I’ve been home from Australia and this is the first time I’ve been even slightly motivated to post about it. This might have something to do with the fact that blogging means I’m not studying. It also might have something to do with the fact that leaving New Zealand in 5 days, and I’m freaking out. So instead of thinking about it, I’m going to relive the best 10 days of my life.

Apologies in advance for the picture overload! 

Getting to Sydney involved a Nakedbus, a city bus, two airplanes, and one square of oppression. Our flight left at 6 am on the 1st, but we got into Christchurch around 9 pm on the 31st, so we decided to stay over at the airport. Now, the last time I stayed over at the Christchurch airport (coming back from my Spring Break trip), there were people sprawled out all over the floor sleeping in their sleeping bags or spread out across 3 or 4 of the designated “sleeping area” chairs. Well apparently sometime in the last 2 odd months, the Christchurch airport decided to switch up their policies in order to make those staying overnight as miserable as humanely possible. Anything I could possibly write about the situation would not even come close to doing it justice, but just know that it was probably the longest, coldest, most sleepless night of our lives. They even claimed us as oppressed people by making us wear wristbands, which I can only assume are comparable to the numbers tattooed on the Jewish during the Holocaust. I did manage to get a $5 spaghetti dinner and a window seat in an exit row on the way to Sydney though (extra leg room, hollaaa!) so that helped to ease the pain a little bit.ImageAfter that little adventure, we finally arrived in Sydney running on literally no sleep. Breakfast and espresso were in order. ImageIn case you’re wondering, those are pancakes with honeycomb butter, fresh strawberries, and maple syrup and I loved them more than I can ever imagine loving another human. #pancakesaremyboyfriend

 Our first day in Sydney was dedicated to squeezing in as many touristy activities as we possibly could. Aka I took pictures of every cool building I saw regardless of whether I knew what they actually were. ImageImage

We decided to keep with the obnoxious tourist theme and head to Paddy’s Market, which is a giant indoor flea market basically. They have all different kinds of vendors, from people selling clothes and jewelry, to souvenirs (hardest word in the entire English language to spell, by the way), iPad cases, animal onesies, and real kangaroo balls repurposed as bottle openers. They also had an intense food market with all kinds of unique and crazy cheap fruits. ImageImage

ImageFrom Paddy’s, we walked over to see the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. I probably took about 7,000 identical pictures of the Opera House but I just couldn’t help myself. This was when it really hit me that we were actually in Australia, since that’s kind of the quintessential image I had in my brain. It’s even cooler in person. ImageImageImageImageImageImageOne of the great things about Sydney (among millions of other great things) is that they have fireworks over Darling Harbour EVERY. SINGLE. SATURDAY. Aka my dream come true. We decided to eat dinner by the water where we would be able to see the show from the restaurant. We decided on some Chinese place where we were told we had to leave within an hour, were screamed at for asking about the fried rice, and reprimanded for all ordering separate meals instead of sharing. Great choice. But it was fine because the fireworks more than made up for the mean service. 

After dinner we headed back to the hostel (which was TERRIBLE– but that’s a story for another day) and crashed hard. Successful first day, check!


In other unrelated news, tonight we’re getting all the Americans together for our last supper of free pancakes and then Hell’s Pizza. And of course it wouldn’t be our last Wednesday in New Zealand if we didn’t hit up karaoke at Shooters and continue to disgrace make America proud. I’m ridiculously excited and also really sad that this is our last shebang all together. But I am going to try not to cry (or sing another awful rendition of “Born in the USA”). Have a great rest of your day!! 





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