End of Sydney into Melbourne

So my plan for going to bed early went slightly awry as I was up forever chatting with the people in my room. There was a new girl from Japan who was doing her working visa [like almost everyone else I've been meeting] which is like they get 1 year to work in Australia, and if they want to work another year, they have to WWOOF for a bit... and then it probably reverts back to weirdness with applying for permanent residence or marrying someone. Everyone's always complaining how America doesn't allow nearly anything, and I agree. It's dumb.

We played the age game... she said I looked young. I told her that I have no ability of distinguishing the age of asian people, but guessed 20. She laughed with a 28 and told me it's true. Asian people always look young, until one day, when they get really old.

Another girl who had been caved away in her bed the whole time I was there finally made an appearance. She's from Brazil, and I have no idea how old she is, but I reckon late twenties. She was feisty as telling us all about her life in one loud screamy blur. Apparently she met an Aussie in Brazil and followed him to live with him here, but then they broke up so she went home, and now she's back... but living in a hostel. weird.

Eventually I made it to bed, but I now know that earplugs are a necessary purchase.

In the morning I pressed snooze from 6:45 to 7:30 [I'm sure everyone loved that] and then crawled out of bed, packed my shit, checked out, and was on a bus to Bondi Beach before I was even fully conscious. I stayed thre for a wee while, but not long enough to get burnt. I was mostly just in a rush to get everything done for the day and still make it to Melbourne. I built a sand castle and then a sand person and then left. It was pretty though I reckon Manly was better.

After I got back I went to the Paddy Markets to do some souvenier shopping and stare at all the weird things they sold. There were stalls and stalls of random cheap crap, and then stalls and stalls of fruits and veggies. I got half a kilo of cherries for 2.50, which is sweeeeet, and they disappeared nearly instantly. Then I hung around the hostel a bit more and set off for the airport, with Melboune the next stop.

Aside from the bitch in front of me who reclined into my knees even though there were empty seats next to her and she refused to move, the flight was alright...., well no, it was turbulant and they made me throw out cosmetics to remove weight. Whatever. I'm here.