Checked out Sydney Harbour Bridge again … but this time from on it. Almost wiped out by joggers in the process. Continued in the grey blustery weather to the Opera House and attempted to take a picture while it crawled with tourists. Onward to King’s Cross … the really really backpacker part of town. Full of fast food places and dodgey looking characters sleeping upright on benches and dribbling down their front. Continually wobbling through a cycle of falling over and waking up just in time.
Matthias found a book shop where he wanted to trade in “The Quiet American” – but I think that this kind of book shop was more interested in PVC gimp suits and whips, where plastic friends come with their own bicycle pump and live in mortal fear of cigarettes!
In the evening we met another dodgey character – Kev - a Brit from over there who escaped to live over here. Our guide for the night, Kev took us around some of the local drinking establishments. After 4 months of drinking ‘oribble fizzy lager I was looking forward to some Australian “bitter”. Technically I suppose it must be “bitter” but it´s fizzy and they serve it at 3 degrees above absolute zero, so you freeze the roof of your mouth. And they aren’t even pints … or dare I say it even metric. No, they have “scooners” and a hole vocabulary for glass sizes. I just asked for a “big glass of beer please”!
But … not only do a lot of Australian pubs have food counters they also have cash machines in the bar! How civilised is that! On the way back from the loo, pop in your card and voila … instant beer tokens!! You will never need to leave the pub again!
On the way home we couldn’t find a kebab or chip shop … we had to have quiche! They’re a bit posh in Australia.
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