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Apologies to my die hard followers for my lack of entries in the last month but terrorising the east coast of Australia was even crazier than I had thought it would be. Leaving Fiji I thought this time I would escape being announced to the whole airport like I had in my previous flights but I was wrong, once again I was summoned on the speaker system for losing my ticket. Adding to the drama were my neighbours on the flight, two very young children who decided to compete in who could cry for the longest and loudest. With a newly purchased bottle of rum hiding in my carry-on luggage I put up a fight not to turn to Fiji's finest and eventually made it to Sydney where after managing to get a lift to the hostel in a shuttle bus, I was soon to be reunited with Charlie. The reunion of course was emotional; more so because my tan put him to such shame that it nearly resulted in tears. Celebratory drinks over, Charlie turned into a sloth for the afternoon resting after his flight, until I managed to get him to join me on our first night out in Sydney, which didn't disappoint, providing a conclusion after careful analysis that the number of nice looking women in Australia was quite substantial. Day two was much more productive, after getting the booking of our buses up the east coast out of the way we headed to the famous Bondi Beach to get our first taste of Aussie sea, sun and bikinis. After a pleasant first encounter we went back to the hostel to meet up with a few old acquaintances, the majority Swedish, and headed out after our first meeting with goon, the 4 litre for ten dollars cheap, dirty white wine that did however do the job quite nicely. The next day we did a little bit of hungover exploring, venturing to the Opera House and Harbour Bridge in not particularly nice weather, but not knowing at the time that this would be our only day of bad weather in our whole month here. The biggest event of the day was of course the arrival of Tom, Nick and Felix, meeting for the first time in three months in the classy establishment of McDonalds. A very weird experience being reunited with the boys from home all the way in Australia, generating huge excitement of what was to come over the next month. Our first day together after a recovery night's sleep for the new arrivals was spent at Manly Beach, as they braved the southern hemisphere sun for the first time. A good day at the beach was followed by a not so good fire drill at our hostel which for me meant standing outside for an hour and a half not wearing very much, having just got out of the shower. After meeting downstairs at the bar the five of us headed out for our first night together in three months, I'll leave what occurred in Sydney's favourite club spot, Kings Cross, to the imagination. Our last day in Sydney was meant to include a trip to a Super League rugby game but due to a combination of very lazy walking and hungover organisation we didn't make it in time and so instead spent the afternoon preparing mentally for the next month and our 14 hour night bus that night to our next destination, Byron Bay.
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