Sydney, Part 1

Oh my fucking God, it is FREEZING here!  lol! 

Okay, back-track, to the flight.  Of course I left it until like 20 minutes before I needed to catch my train to catch my flight, lol, oh well.  Made it.  i was tossing up whether or not to bring a suitcase, as I am here for a week, or just my small carry-on bag and my laptop, because I know what I’m like when I travel – I’ll wear like the same two pairs of clothes for the whole week (excluding underwear of course), and I’ll bring all this shit I don’t even use, so, in the tradition of my cousin Jo, I’ve brought like 2 changes of clothes.  It’s that bloody cold here I don’t have to worry about sweating out my clothes!  haha, yeah gross.  The flight!  Omg, I swear to God every time I catch a flight, the seats on the planes get smaller.  I was looking at the narrowness of the aisle thinking to myself that there is no way in hell the flight attendants could get a trolley down there.  I mean, I was on a Qantas flight, so the only entrance and exit is at the front, wheras on a Jetstar or Virgin flight, you can enter and exit at the rear (teehee).  So I was in the 2nd last row, by the time I checked in there weren’t many seats left, but I got an aisle seat, which is fine by me.  Here I was with my backpack and my laptop bag, knocking people in the head with it whilst tryin g to squeeze down the narrow aisle.   They might as well lock us economy people up in cages and feed us carrots through the wire.  But I’m not complaining, the flight was free (thanks to my friend’s company here in Sydney) and I got a pumpkin fetta quiche on the way home and a tea.  Always liked how Qantas include food in their prices and free radio.  The other airlines you gotta pay.

But because of my bender the night before (thanks for the comment on facebook mel LOL), that plane ride was NOT easy.  I was feeling really ill on the train just on the way to the airport!  So i was thinking to myself ‘how bad is this flight gunna be?’.  I’ve heard that alcohol hits you a lot harder when you’re 20,000 feet in the air (or whatever it is), but wasn’t sure about the hangover and the pressure of the air.  I certainly didn’t want it to be any less.  I realise the air in pressurised, so that’s all that was keeping my mind at ease.  I checked in, and went through security, having to take my laptop out of my bag (no idea why) and went through no worries.  I was randomly selected for bomb-testing and joked with the guy ‘dammit you got me’.  Hmm, wasn’t sure how serious they are with terrorist jokes 😛  I said to him I was hungover as well so I wasn’t surprised he chose me, and he laughed and said just as well the machine wasn’t an alcohol tester, or else it’d be going through the roof right about now.  I thanked him and went on my way, thankful I didn’t have any containment of bomb residue on me 😛

Squeezed into the plane seat.  There was no room in the overhead lockers so I spent a fair while standing up trying to get myself organised.  I was one of those annoying people who stand there putting their stuff away, not allowing anyone else to get past – lucky I was in the 2nd last row so no-one needed to – the last row was already seated.  I felt stupid anyway, and managed to shove my bag under the seat, and my laptop under the seat behind me.

The plane took off.  I braced myself, thankful that there was a motion-sickness bag in the seat in front of me.  I was sure I was gunna need it.  It’s that first head-rush when the plane leaves the runway that was worrying me.  I definitely felt it in my head and it hurt like hell, but I didn’t feel the need to chuck all over the dude next to me. 

The flight went rather fast, as it is only an hour or so flight.  I always find it funny on the Brissy-Sydney flight how fast the attendants have to get the food out and cleaned up before the plane lands again.  The landing on the other hand was HELL!

Oh my God, I seriously was saying my prayers.  I wouldn’t normally expect this on a Qantas flight, moreso something on a Jetstar flight.  We hit turbulance amongst the clouds on the decent and the plane was being throw left and right.  Being in the second last row, I could virtually see everyone’s heads being thrown left and right.  I was like ‘Oh God!’ feeling myself becoming incredible nauseous.  I was thinking to myself "I’m going to kill my friend for dragging me out last night."  Couldn’t believe how stupid I was.  I was getting ready to reach for the bag.  But the turbulence slowed, thankfully.  I didn’t need it.

As the plane was going to land, it felt like the plane was swinging side to side.  This did not look good.  Replays kept going through my head of planes exploding on impact.  I watch way too much bad news lol.  But it literally was swaying.  I was thinking to myself, ‘Do we have a trainer pilot or something??’  I, once again, went back to my religious upbringing, and said my prayers, being hopeful that God would forgive me for being such a sinful slut over the last few years lol.

Speaking of, I didn’t really see any hotties on the flight.  Normally there’s at least one.

The plane landed, heavily it seems.  My head jolted back and I heard the fans roar as they tried to slow the plane down.  I kept thinking I wasn’t safe yet, that the plane was going to veer off the side of the runway, and I’d spontaneously combust into a ball of flames along with it.

Next thing, the stewardess welcomes us to Sydney, as though that was meant to happen and nothing was wrong at all.  I was actually half expecting the pilot to apologise for the rough landing!

Seriously, even Jetstar pilots use less force than that when hitting the ground.  And anyone who’s flown with them will know how dodgy they are lol.

Anyway, found my train, came to the city and found the backpackers I was staying in.  I was so tired.  I’d been awake since I got home from the bender and wrote my previous entry.  I tried to sleep away some nausea on the plane, but that sure as hell didn’t happen!  Not on the ‘rough-as-guts-red-eye-special’.

Let me just say, I was a bit skeptical when I was looking for accommodation online and I saw there was a backpackers amongst the 5-star hotels.  it didn’t make sense.  I was the sign when I walked in – "Australia’s only 5-star backpackers’.  The signs outside were all professional.  I was trying to fault them.  I seriously was.  But you know what?  It was amazing.  For a backpackers, it was amazing.  I was in a 4-dorm, so it’s still set out like a backpackers, and they handed me my sheets as I checked in.  I walked up to the room with my key-card (yep, all electronic, like a hotel), and let myself in.  There was someone in there, who said ‘hi’ to me.  He appeared to have been asleep but I’d woken him up.  I said ‘hi’ back to him, and threw my sheets on the bed and the blanket that was already on the bunk on top of it.  I took the bottom bunk, as it’s just easier.  I took off my jeans and changed into shorts, as it’s just easier, and my my stuff under the bunk, even though they had lockers.  I went to sleep.

I remember waking up to some guys who came in.  I remember the conversation as I had my eyes closed, still half asleep.  One was saying ‘Sucks there’s no chicks in here man!’ to his friend.  Hahaha, typical straight guys, I thought.  I didn’t get a look at them, but they seemed like party animals.  The one who was talking was saying there was no way he could be quiet when he came in drunk after a  night out, saying he swears loudly like a nazi when he’s drunk.  "great, I thought’.  So when I woke up at around 12am, I got my stuff and i went downstairs.  I was awake.  I was hungry so I went outside to KFC.  It was cold outside, but I made it to the kfc, which I was amazed was still open, i guess cos it was Saturday night.  I had planned to go out, but after i ate, i messaged my friend, who was at a conference, and I went back to the backpackers and went into the cinema room to watch the world cup soccer with some of the others in there.  I was in there for a few good hours.  Argentina beat Uruguay 1-0.

My friend messaged me that he was home, and I checked out at 2am (even though I didn’t have to until 10am), and it was as easy checking out as it was checking in.  The guy behind the counter looked gay, I noticed.  My gaydar went right off.  He wasn’t bad looking, and very friendly.

So I left after grabbing my things out of the electronic lockers downstairs (which have powerpoints in them, so you can charge your shit whilst you store them), I went outside again, to look for a cab.  It seriously felt like it had dropped 10 degrees!  it was FREEZING!!!

I hailed a cab and jumped in and he took me to the hotel my friend was staying in.  It was a really snazzy place hidden in Darlinghurst.  I was so glad to go into a warm room and into a hotel bed, even though the bunks were comfy at the backpackers.  If I ever want cheap accommodation (around $38 a night) again, I’ll definitely go back to that backpackers.  I definitely agreed that it deserved the 5 stars.  I did go upstairs to the top level to check out the pool and sauna, but they were closed at that hour, after 10:30pm. 

I jumped into bed with my friend.  It was good to see him again.  I hadn’t seen him since he was in Brissy over a month ago.  It was so nice under the covers.  He slept, but I stayed awake the rest of the night, just pondering.  I only had a few hours until sunrise anyway.  When the sun came up, the light through the window made a beautiful outline of his lips in the slight still-darkness.  It was kinda sweet.  Made me wanna kiss them.

I made myself a bath.  I couldn’t figure out how to work the damn shower lol, but I did eventually once I got the bath running.  Then I decided to have a bath anyway.  I can’t remember the last time I bad a bath.  It was SO nice!  Submerging my whole body under the hot water.  I really need to do that more often at home.  I left his place at 7:30, kissing him goodbye.  It was still cold as outside, but nowhere near as much as it was at 2am.  I left to try to find my hotel I’m staying in tonight.  I’ve had no luck so far, but asked for directions, and am currently on my way there.  I stopped in at a McDonalds, and this is where I’m currently writing this entry.

I’d completely walked the wrong way, to the Sydney Harbour bridge.  My hands were so cold, I wouldn’t have even been able to write an  entry a few hours ago.  Luckily it’s warmer in this restauarant, and their free wi-fi is fast, so i can wrote here.  I’ve only got about 20 minutes of battery left.  I can’t check into the hotel for another few hours yet, but my friend said just to drop my stuff off there and check in, and just come back and grab my key at 2pm, so I think I’ll do that.  I’m getting tired now.  As soon as I check in, I’ll probably sleep.  Will see if I go out tonight when I wake up.  Public holiday tomorrow, so I keep telling myself tonight is the night to do it! 🙂

Thanks for reading.  I’m hoping the internet is free at the hotel.  If not, I’m happy to pay for it.  Or just find another maccas and use theirs 🙂  I kinda wanna go on msn in my warm comfy bed though.  Can’t wait to see what this 4.5 star hotel is like 🙂  How weird, the hotel has less stars than the backpackers did.