my bag came. which is awesome. let' me update you on everything so far.
our hostel is in the middle of chinatown, which is really really cool. it's such a mixture of culture everywhere. the city is...amazing. i don't even know how to describe how cool it is.
kristan and i did a bit of exploring yesterday and got some damn good veggie chinese food. authentic, for sure. he took our order in chinese. after eating, i, of course, fell asleep. it was 7:30.
oh, might i mention that my feet were the size of balloons? and i had the worst cankles? i guess flying makes people's feet swell. it was horrible. they were all hot and my stinky socks were digging into my poor little sausage toes.
but yeah, i crashed early.
our hostel mate is actually from australia and has been in sydney for awhile and knows her way around. today she called the bus for us and got the info on which one to take to bondi beach. very nice of her.
so off we went, even though it was completely overcast, we weren't going to let that stop us. it was beautiful, of course. i think it's usually pretty busy, but since today was a weekday and crappy weather, there was hardly anyone out. so we just sat in the sand and talked for a bit and went to a few shops.
we were walking by a little cafe and this one dude was STARING at me. and then he said, "your necklace is amazing." so we sat down and had coffee with them. of course. they were guys in their late thirties who were from the states. they were really nice and didn't once give us the impression that they wanted to sleep with us, so we told them we were happy we found some friends. they might go out to mardi gras with us this weekend.
we met some other guys from california on the bus. they sucked. they were talking up their jobs and how much money they made and how they had this amazing hotel and all that crap. whatever. they were lame.
so tonight we're going to make cilantro lime rice and go out and see what kind of fun stuff we can find. and i'm going to roll around in my bag like a cow dog in manure, just because i'm so happy to have it back.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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Dude, every guy I've met from California (young, old) BRAGS to hell about their stinkin money. What the fuck? Can't they tell I'm from a state that doesn't have any??
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