Sometimes It Rains In Sydney
In which I go to Manly Beach in the rain and am forced to enjoy my own company.
19 March 2011 - 1415 Sydney, Australia
I’m chugging my way through Sydney Harbour onboard the world famous Manly Ferry after a half day in Manly, a nice little beach suburb of Sydney. It was only when I entered the housing estates that I got a true sense of Australia. It looked like the set of Neighbours. Onwards I walked to the Sydney Harbour National Park where I saw snakes, massive spiders and Kookaburras. The ferry is now pulling onto Circular Quay alongside the Opera House. I’m now gonna chill at the hostel for a bit before heading out again to watch some live rugby. Very wet today. Hasn’t really stopped raining.
1820
God, the folks in my dorm room are an unsociable lot! Just asked whether any of them wanted to grab a pizza and none of them were hungry. So I’m at another bar on my own waiting for a tandoori pizza to arrive. Lively place called The Australian. What I should remember is that people really don’t notice other people sitting and eating on their own. It’s not weird. Is it? Generally speaking, the hostel hasn’t been great for meeting people. I just spent the past 30 minutes wandering around aimlessly hoping a conversation might start up. None did. Everyone in the hostel is either with someone else or strange looking. The new guy that’s just walked into my dorm is like someone out of Happy Days. Weird accent, apparently Australian, with bizarre mannerisms. Lucky I came into this pub when I did. Really rammed now. Where’s my pizza???
