Day 9 - Sydney, Australia (July 11, 2011)

At this very moment I’m sitting in the laptop room in our Sydney hostel. I definitely expected it to be filthy and cramped, but it isn’t at all. This hostel is spacious and fully furnished… many people are hovering over the kitchen counters eating their food civilly and people on the lounge couches watching television on a flat-screen TV. The hostel is so close to everything! I love it.

My sister and I are beginning to acquire an Aussie accent unconsciously. I’m not complaining. I love hearing Aussies chatter around me. Plus, everyone is tall here. I am no more “Di-Yong”, but a normal sized human being (until my 10 days in Australia are over… I’ll be making my way to Penang, Singapore).

Today, the family and I went to the Sydney Fish Market and ate the best seafood platter of my life. I am allergic to some specific shellfish and wasn’t paranoid eating this dish as I happily popped fried lobster balls and oysters into my mouth. It was too delicious for me to worry. It was only five minutes after eating I felt like I was about to fall into a deep eating coma. Thankfully, no major allergic reactions happened. We walked towards Darling Harbour and sat on the docks in warmer weather than Melbourne (thank god).

While my sister and I were sitting on a bench, we had a short encounter with a strange man. He came up behind us as we were looking a map of Sydney and casually tried to start conversation with us. “It’s a nice view, isn’t it?” he coyly enunciated. “Yeah,” I responded politely. Then there was an awkward silence. “So… Can I have your number?” he asked with a grin on his face. “Sorry, we don’t live here.” I told him. He then slowly turned his back to us and left our seating area to hit on some other girl.

My family and I made our way to the National Maritime Museum. By that time, fatigue started to hit us all and we left for the grocery store. We crossed the Pyrmont Bridge and I took a bazillion photos. In my opinion, the view of Darling Harbour prettier than any Vancouver harbour. We reached a shopping strip on Pitt Street very similar to Robson Street. Everything is super expensive here though. I found out minimum wage is $18 so I guess that makes sense. It’s night time, I’ll be blogging soon.
Love,
Elle. xoxo