I left Asia totally disoriented and less prepared mentally for Australia and the ‘western world’ after four months away from it. I think my illness on arriving in Kuala Lumpur didn’t help as I was lost, lacked energy to explore and plan, and to get to grips within the first day in a new place. Arriving into Sydney was weird, so familiar in the past but not recently!
I’ve been to Australia – Sydney, Melbourne, Alice Springs and Adelaide before in my 20s! I loved it since. Let’s see what it holds for me this time!
My hostel was so expensive for the private room and shared bathroom, although clean, was noisy with lots of young people, older too, but party time on Saturday after little sleep Thursday eve on the plane!! It was bunk beds, but a light quilt at least and sheet, overlooking the road but double glazed so quiet enough out there, and a slow busy lift and only wifi in the basement kitchen cum common room. Not easy for skyping home! (the timing wasn’t easy either) And that cost me £50 a night, and was the cheapest available!!! Dorm beds were around £10-15 but some in 20 bed rooms.
Still, now I’ve adjusted more my hostel room options in Melbourne are slightly cheaper and. know what to expect – more English people, Aussies too, parties and limited wifi potentially!
My first hostel was in the centre of Sydney, by the station, with many, many very young people! Noisy nights but I couldn’t complain if I chose it; food basic and nothing special in the area but easy to get around with open top bus tour and other trips from information centre round the corner.
I mentioned it on Facebook and found my cousin was in Sydney and invited me to stay with them and meet their children too. That was great, and lovely to see them all after so long, or not at all. It was so nice and relaxing there, fun and great to catch up.
I also visited the beautiful Sydney Zoo overlooking Sydney Harbour from a hilltop above! The giraffes compound was directly over the bay and bridge – an amazing view! And this lioness and others, all well cared for it seemed – oh, an not to forget the local fauna with a hiding Kookaburra in the gardens as I wandered around!
There was a quip here with the ‘bush turkey’ the youngest ran in to tell me about, and invite me to ‘come see’! As I dashed out with him, I said I didn’t know what one was – and he stopped, turned to me and said simply: “It’s a turkey that lives in the bush” (along with an unbelieving look that said how silly can I be!
Here is said turkey, who comes daily to visit the house, get scraps and say hello! He lives in the back garden(s) where it is bushlike and covered.