After a long and eventful departure that included some of our usual drama (Gary not being able to locate his passport just moments before our check-in) we had made it to Sydney. Finally we had made it to the place we would call home. It would be our home for much longer than the usual 2 or 3 day stints that all the other locations we’d been had been awarded.
Everyone knew before we left the main goal of our travels was to hit Australia. Landing in the Airport it felt that part of our goal had been achieved. Before departing Ireland we knew the visits to Rio de Janeiro, Montevideo, Buenos Aires, Santiago, Auckland, Christchurch and the many more were merely a means of achieving the goal. The goal had been achieved by us all but we had been rewarded in so many other ways by all these beautiful places. We were home and expecting some more beautiful and amazing experiences.
Today we were going to have some unforgettable experiences. Unfortunately they weren’t going to be beautiful or amazing experiences. Planning is normally one of our fortes but today we arrived in Sydney without a hostel. So after looking around the airport for a while we stumbled upon a Hostel called Globe. It would be our first Hostel experience in Australia. After a few Doughnuts we stumbled onto the bus to make our way into the CBD. I started to complain about the city quite early on into the bus trip but decided it deserved a change. As we got closer and closer to the city I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to some of the cities that had only been part of this goal that I had just achieved.
We got off in our Hostel on Kings Cross to be blinded by neon lights. Neon lights highlighted shops like The adult book store, “Massage” among many other no doubt sleazy places that I had no idea what went on inside. We didn’t wait outside too long and headed inside the Hostel. Globe appeared attractive from the outside. An important lesson in life is never judge a person from the exterior as they often are rotting inside. This was definitely the case for Globe Hostel. The Hostel room had 4 beds with no pillows, a crappy mattress; pipes all over the roof and an all over dingy feel to it. The bathroom looked like the room out of the cult classic “SAW”.
The rest of the day was spent briefly visiting the CBD. The Central Business District is fast moving compared to the little village of Kiloughter. People move fast and are willing to go through you if they have to. We decided it was best to get back to the Hostel before dark as we wanted to avoid the homeless, prostitutes and syringe junkies of Kings Cross and not all in that order. It was time for bed in our new home very far away from home.
Stay Posted,
Conor
Everyone knew before we left the main goal of our travels was to hit Australia. Landing in the Airport it felt that part of our goal had been achieved. Before departing Ireland we knew the visits to Rio de Janeiro, Montevideo, Buenos Aires, Santiago, Auckland, Christchurch and the many more were merely a means of achieving the goal. The goal had been achieved by us all but we had been rewarded in so many other ways by all these beautiful places. We were home and expecting some more beautiful and amazing experiences.
Today we were going to have some unforgettable experiences. Unfortunately they weren’t going to be beautiful or amazing experiences. Planning is normally one of our fortes but today we arrived in Sydney without a hostel. So after looking around the airport for a while we stumbled upon a Hostel called Globe. It would be our first Hostel experience in Australia. After a few Doughnuts we stumbled onto the bus to make our way into the CBD. I started to complain about the city quite early on into the bus trip but decided it deserved a change. As we got closer and closer to the city I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to some of the cities that had only been part of this goal that I had just achieved.
We got off in our Hostel on Kings Cross to be blinded by neon lights. Neon lights highlighted shops like The adult book store, “Massage” among many other no doubt sleazy places that I had no idea what went on inside. We didn’t wait outside too long and headed inside the Hostel. Globe appeared attractive from the outside. An important lesson in life is never judge a person from the exterior as they often are rotting inside. This was definitely the case for Globe Hostel. The Hostel room had 4 beds with no pillows, a crappy mattress; pipes all over the roof and an all over dingy feel to it. The bathroom looked like the room out of the cult classic “SAW”.
The rest of the day was spent briefly visiting the CBD. The Central Business District is fast moving compared to the little village of Kiloughter. People move fast and are willing to go through you if they have to. We decided it was best to get back to the Hostel before dark as we wanted to avoid the homeless, prostitutes and syringe junkies of Kings Cross and not all in that order. It was time for bed in our new home very far away from home.
Stay Posted,
Conor
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