28.06.2004

Finally arrived here in Sydney yesterday, capital of Australia. Stupid plane was so cramped I couldn't sleep at all. In the end, I was like stoning for the whole 7 hrs of the journey. Airport food sucks like sh*t, and so does the airline dinner. The air stewardess was really chio though, but there was this fat lady beside us, what a turn off.  Touched down at around 0500am Aussie time, saw 2 singaporean chiobus at the luggage collection. Too bad we got no guts to jio them, but they were really pretty, much better than most singaporean girls you see out there nowadays.
Our accomadations in Sydney in located in King's Cross, the infamous red light district of Sydney. Its the hangout of gansters, prostitutes, pimps and morons like us. We nearly got raped by a couple of bouncer-pimps on our very first night here in Sydney, and we lost our way trying to find our hostel. What a wonderful experience. More on that later.
Day's activities were like this: went to the Opera House; it looked good from afar, but up close, it looks damn old and run down. Was expecting something more grand than this. Our 'Durian' at home looks much better. Since we were already here, we thought that we might as well go in for a look, so we got a couple of concert tix for the night. Unexpectedly, St Margaret Sec Sch was performing in the concert too, too bad there's no singaporean supporters besides us. The Harbour Bridge was really damn chio, but we took 30min just to locate the bloody stairs leading up to it. This was followed by another 20min of strenous walking through traffic congested walkways to the middle of the bridge where we assumed we could ascend to the top. Well what do you know, it costs $155 to even climb the damn thing. What a rip off. So it was another hour of walking back down to the wharves to catch a quick dinner at McDonald's and the concert. Slept through most of it, cheered St Margaret's when they played, left after they had finished. After the concert, we caught a cab driven by a Hongkie driver to King's Cross. He dropped us just in front of the whole stretch of strip bars and adult shops, turned around to give us an all-knowing grin as I alighted only to be accosted by the pimps. Darryl tried to persuade the driver to get us all the way to our hostel, but he just kept repeating 'Very near, very near' in that infuriating accented English of his before driving off. Ok so we were in trouble, or so it seems. Did our best to convince the pimps that we were NOT interested in live f*ck shows, and hauled our asses out of the joint. In our hurry to find our hostel, we lost our way, winding up in the same place over and over again. And Darryl claimed he was good at topo-ing. We made it back to our hostel in one piece, still virgins, and it was an early lights-off. Dreams of the pretty woman beckoning me into her seedy establishment more than made up for the day's troubles. Heh.