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Saturday 17th March
Happy St Patrick’s Day people!
Well today we had a bit of a trip down to the western part of Sydney to go and check out the Glebe Market, one of many markets that are recommended in the city. Tami and I were accompanied by Chris, who was the only other person that could be fooled into coming with us. We had a good long walk to the station (I tell you, I don’t need to do any other exercise because Tami and I are actually walking marathon distances nearly every day) then caught a bus to the Glebe Market, which was driven by a wannabe Irish Australian that was dressed up like some sort of leprechaun. The market was very interesting and contained all sorts of things that were trying to tempt us to part with our money and also to break our resolve of healthy eating. There were clothes stalls with weird and wonderful gear such as crazy hippy trousers and random hats made out of wool (so that would be woollen hats..) and then stalls with delicacies such as feta cheese and spinach wraps or tofu salad or pancakes which I could have wolfed down all of them given half the chance, stalls with books of all kinds (though no adult book exchanges like you find on Kings Cross – who would buy a used pornography book?!? I have NO idea) and stalls with jewellery and ornaments and gifts and all other things you could think of. It had a very hippy vibe, which was very cool. I, needless to say, didn’t buy anything being the tight person of the bunch but Chris bought a book and Tami probably bought something random that she didn’t need. Oh yes I recall that she bought some soap that would dry out her face but would apparently clear the complexion. And if she was not satisfied with the product she could take it back! Half used??? Crazy. I could just take in any old slab of soap with a bit of hair and dirt on it and pass it off as one of theirs.
Anyway after this exciting adventure we had a wander around some of the street shops in the area and went into a health food shop that was gigantic. It was so healthy it made me feel ill. I didn’t buy anything again but Chris bought some health muesli and this random drink that was apple and something unpronounceable (probably some sort of dried rabbit poo or something) and Tami bought something else. What was it? Man I have a really short term memory. I think it’s all this holidaying and relaxing - it really confuddles the brain. We grabbed lunch at Subway and if anyone happens to go in there in the next few days can you please check the price of a 6 inch veggie delight because Tami and I had a little argument over this. (Yes, we are pathetic.)
Once that was done I did the most cheapskate thing in the world but saved a lot of money in the process. Basically when our memory cards are full we transfer them onto a cd by taking them to a photo shop and having them burnt on. In South Africa it cost around 50p. Here they charge you 12 dollars. That’s 5 pounds! How flipping ridiculous. Therefore I bought a cd and Chris had brought his laptop with him that has a card reader attached and did it that way. It cost me the grand total of 1 dollar and 50 cents. I am a genius. I really should go into business because my company would be loaded.
Finally we made our way back into the main centre of Sydney and continued the shopping visiting the Queen Victoria shopping mall and the Pitt Street shopping mall. The QV mall is a stunning piece of Victorian architecture full of very expensive shops that we couldn’t have afforded even if we had chopped our right legs off. However Tami did buy a shamrock sticker from the Irish shop to put on her face for our night out. We also got caught in the rain which came down in massive fat droplets and absolutely soaked us. Sydney weather is almost as unpredictable as Cape Town. I am relieved to know that we will have no problem in New Zealand because it is going to be freezing ALL the time.
We got back to the hostel and then showered and began to prepare ourselves for the big night out, Irish style. We had been perfecting our accents all day, thoroughly annoying anyone around us but we sounded like genuine Irish lasses. Well I thought so anyway…To keep with the theme I wore a green top and Tami did too. We also did the most stupid thing ever and bought a spray can of green hair dye and decided to ‘decorate’ ourselves. I had the most random lines ever zig zagged across my head and Tami had crazy blotches over her. The only person that came out of this with some dignity was Chris who had cut out a template of a question mark and had that sprayed on his head. Why he didn’t choose a shamrock I have no idea but it looked cool anyway.
Our first stop was The Gaff, which we were told by the boys was 10 minutes away and so based on this information chose to wear heels. They lied. FORTY minutes later we arrived in pain and already blistering, both with anger and pus filled boils on our feet. The queue outside was massive because it was free drinks night but luckily one of our group blagged us all in and we only waited two minutes! Awesome. The place itself was crowded with green dressed people and you could barely move. However the music was fun and we had a good old dance around.
Several hours later most people decided to go home but Chris and I went on to check out the Three Wise Monkeys which was pretty boring so we took a long walk back through Hyde Park (no, not the one in London) that was beautifully lit up with fairy lights and had an in depth discussion about the world and philosophy. Very deep…
All in all a very fun filled night and our first experience of night life in Sydney. I love cities! It is very weird though being in a completely different time zone from everyone else. People in the bar at three in the morning were watching a football match that was on in the afternoon in England. So bizarre.
Anyway best be off. I miss you lots mum and dad and George. Keep safe everyone and I will talk to you soon. The messages are lovely to read – I will reply at some point. Thing is we only have half an hour in the computer room and it takes forever to write the journal so I don’t have time to do emails. Sorry!