04/01/09

Mickey’s BBQ in Clovelly (eastern suburbs) was brilliant. His flat had a view of the sea and a great view of the city. I met some more Aussie’s who loved to call me “Pom” or “Pomey”. They didn’t enjoy my reply of “convicts” much though. I got talking to Sammie who’s mates with Mickey flat mate Sarah. She said she knows some people who run a bar and a club in the area and they might be able to sort me out DJ work, good job I arranged to burn some cds with D tomorrow. I was up until about 3am dressing up in stupid outfits and drinking lots of beer. I stayed at Mickey’s and got the train back to Central after I had some sleep. Best to have a chilled one this evening!

03/01/09

I’m glad I’m keeping this diary because all the days on my trip so far are merging into one. Tonight definitely has to be a quiet one but Mike is 19 today, Miss Crazy D (Unknown FM DJ) is coming to meet me and Mickey and Dana are going to be in Side Bar at 8pm so it seems like another good night is on the cards.

It was good to meet up with D. Mike had a good birthday too. We stayed in Side Bar until the end then went to an Irish dudes apartment down the road. About 10 of us were in a posh lift and went up a few floors, probably the smoothest and nicest lift I’ve ever been in. The apartment was really big with loads of people here there and everywhere. 15 people were living there but it only had 3 rooms, I guess it brings the rent down.

I’m not too sure what time I got back to the hostel, but I know it wasn’t early. Straight to sleep for me as Mickey invited me to his BBQ this afternoon.

02/01/09

Another fun day of recovery which is a lot easier than in England. Probably because of the great weather and better scenery ;-) I was just about to head out when I nearly jumped out the window. A huge orange cockroach (or something similar was trying to find a new home in my bag next to my foot. My bag is not a home for cockroaches so I asked him to leave. He started to head towards the my wedged open door and sat nicely in the door hinge. Whoops, I accidentally slammed the door and chuckled to the sound of a crushed crisps. Black blood? Very weird, it must have come from hell! Of to meet Mike and Pete in Side Bar. I also gave the heads up to Mickey (the Aussie geeza I met in Scubar a few nights previous). More beer, more Yager Bombs and meeting more people. The night ended with me, Mickey and Dana from the US. It was weird partying with people from completely different parts of the world that talked the same language and were on the same wave lengths.

01/01/09

A quiet night in as I felt terrible, oh no, I went to Side Bar again for more fun and games and Yager Bombs: a lovely concoction of a shot of what looks like car oil thrown into a glass of red bull then downed as fast as possible. Great fun!

31/12/08

Another bad hang over today even though it was meant to be a quiet one. I was meant to meet Mike and Andy (who I met last night in Side Bar) at 10am so we could start queuing to get into the Botanic Gardens. This was quite difficult because I only had about 4 hours sleep and was still pissed from last night and probably the night before. Andy was to meet us later so me, Mike, Tim and a few others headed through Hyde Park towards the gardens. Once we got to the entrance, the queue was huge. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was amazing to see how organised the queue was even though there were no markers of stewards keeping everyone in a nice regimented line. If this were in England, there would be no line and havoc everywhere.

Behind me in the queue were a couple of guys I recognized from my mates facebook photos. Saxby had been traveling for some time now and knew he was in Australia but thought he may have moved on to South America when I got there. I thought it was a long shot but worth a go and sure enough they were his mates and he was about to join them soon. It was mad seeing Saxby as I haven’t seen him since Glastonbury 2007.

New Years Eve was amazing, the weather was great and the atmosphere couldn’t have been better. Saxby and his mates were meeting more people in the gardens so there were 20 to 30 of us partying away with the rest of the 20,000 that managed to get in. The fireworks were the best I had ever seen, I suppose they should do considering they apparently cost $5m. Street parties followed the fireworks plus talking to random people and dancing to Jonny Cash that a 70 year busker was playing through a speaker that was probably older than him. I got in at about 6am and I knew New Years Day was going to be tough, what a pukka night!

30/12/08

It was my first night out last night at Scubar which is underneath the YHA hostel near Central station. All you can eat pizza for $10 and a jug of beer for $7.50, which I took full advantage of! I met loads of fun people and woke up with a massive hang over. Most of the people I met were travelers alike and from the UK. I also met a few Australians including Mickey. He looks a bit like the lead singer from Maroon 5 and sound as a pound. Even though he’s not a backpacker, he enjoys the talent in backpacker bars, which I understood very well. I told him what I was up to and he gave me his number so I’ll call him in the next few days.

This evening I ventured out to Side Bar (below Wake Up hostel, opposite Central station). Its a bigger bar and a bit more expensive that Scubar but more people to meet and better music.

29/12/08

Second day in Sydney; another gorgeous day with bright blue skies, hot temperatures and a cool breeze. I thought I would venture away from the tourist areas and look for record shops. I saw on the net that Spank Records is about a mile away from my hostel so up Campbell Street I went. I needed breakfast so I stopped in a small but stylish café called Food Game. Bacon and sausage on toast, just what I needed! While I was eating, I noticed a group of girls and two lads up the street walking my way. All of them oriental with their legs on show and other areas of their body too! As they came closer I realized it was a couple of gay guys with a group of girls with very masculine faces, it could only mean one thing: lady boys! They did well until they were close up, I’m just glad I hadn’t had a load of beer.