Travel from Melbourne to Sydney was pretty uneventful on day thirteen. I drove the GRO again on my way to the airport in Melbourne and then flew to Sydney from there. I got to the airport early so I can catch up on what's going on as far as the elections and economy....whoa nelly! I'll be checking on my 401K as soon as I get back...if it's still there...So the flight was about a 2 1/2 hour flight and there three very loud, rowdy Italian guys sitting in the row in front of me jamming out, to of all things, Enrique Iglesias Bailamos album...yeah. Weird.
Once I got to Sydney I had to figure out the lovely train system there to get to my hostel in Glebe. I ended up getting a pass that'll let me on all the trains, buses, and ferries. It was great until I realized that I was going to have to get on a bus to get to my hostel with all my luggage. What a POA. And because I didn't know where exactly my hostel was on the road I got dropped off on, I ended up walking up hill with all my luggage (I accumulated another big bag) for about 2 km. I was sweating buckets when I got to the reception. Pretty unattractive.
So I checked in and showered immediately so I can check out my 'hood. This hostel had five to a room and the beds were all full. Nobody was there when I got in but It'll be interesting when I get in at night. The hostel is apartment style with several floors, an internet room, and a large kitchen downstairs. Pretty cool. I decided I was gonna make my breaky every morning so I went shopping. Glebe is a pretty cool neighborhood with beautiful historic town homes, local food shops, and restaurants. I was able to get fresh bread, fresh veggies, milk and eggs all along the first two blocks. And the cool thing is if you walk another two blocks...you'll find more small grocers with fresh goods. I really like this idea of having individual shops for specific food items. I know we've gotten away from that back in the states, but having a local butcher, bread maker, produce guy, fish guy, and dairy guy makes it seem you're so much more connected to the community. And it seems the quality is better too since each person is responsible for their product.
Anyway, I got my goods and got some dinner at a little hole in the wall Thai place. It had Laksa and from what I remember back in Adelaide at the Central Markets when Boone had it ....it was good. So I got some for dinner and headed back to the kitchens at the hostel to eat it there. Lots of people were staying here. Young, old, and from all over the place. I heard German, Swedish, French, and Italian, and a series of Asian languages I could not identify. Great people watching. I ate my Laksa (which was fantastic!) and headed in for bed. One of my roomates was already there a sweet girl from Japan that knew hardly any English. We introduced ourselves and I crashed...tomorrow Sydney.
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