The Final Chapter

Australia cried when I left.

I ran amok with two Montanians.

This has been surreal, going through my photos again to upload the ones from Sydney. It feels like it was such a long time ago....New Zealand feels like another lifetime. But I look at the pictures with a new fondness and remember how cool of a city Sydney was. It was huge, and I walked everywhere and would love to know how many miles I put on each day. I saw the iconic structures of the Harbor Bridge, the Sydney Opera House, and the Sky Tower (if that's the correct name...there was an eerie resemblance to the Calgary Tower). On my last night, I went to a show at the Opera House...put on by the Tom Tom Club. It was an amazing display of acrobatics, dj spinning, and drums. Unfortunately, I couldn't take any pictures or videos...we were asked not to, because the flashes could distract the acrobaticers (you heard me). As often as I'm that jurk laughing when people fall (I'm my own biggest amusement), I didn't want to be responsible for any career-ending calamities. I can't even find a website to post for them, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

Farewell to Down Under

I woke up this morning and it was cold. The window in the hostel dorm room had been cracked open (just like any other night to beat the heat), but this time, the temperature had dropped to a staggering +15 degrees Celsius. Oh the inhumanity.

It's my last night in Australia, and I'm spending it at the Sydney Opera House. The show I'm going to is a musical performance, but more of the beat box variety, complete with acrobatics. Pretty wild, non? I figure it will be a great way to celebrate the end of my journey, and it sure beats going to the "Playboy Mansion Party" the hostel is throwing tonight. Times like these are a reminder of my college days gone by, and how I don't necessarily miss them. Not that I went to a Playboy Mansion Party in those days either, but you know...

I'm not able to upload any pics on the computers here at the hostel, but stay tuned...when I get home, I will do a final entry summing up my time here in Sydney, complete with visual aids. Sydney has made me poor and tired (evident in this brief and unrevealing post), yet all the more fashionable, not to mention excited to come home. Even if what awaits me is -30 weather. I'm willing to make that sacrifice.

Next time you hear from me, it will be on Canadian soil!!