I had thought to go there anyway to see Cecilie who I moved to Australia like 8 years ago (or something), then I met Philly and Amrita in Tanzania so quickly decided I had to go see them when I got there, and THEN Calvin, the guy who worked at the hostel I stayed at in Singapore and hung out with contacted me and was like “what’s up? I’m in Sydney too!” So there I was, enjoying a week full of catching up, in addition to seeing the opera house
and driving the Sydney version of the Great Ocean Road
… It was called… uhm… Grand Pacific Drive
It’s no secret that I love road trips, evenings with friends, wine and chat and meeting up with old friends and aquaintances and I got all of that n Sydney. Philly let me stay a whole week on her couch, had an ample supply of wine and Amrita came to stay.
I even got to check the ferry thingy they have in Sydney going to Cecilie a couple of evenings. I walked to the ferry point (thank you, Google Maps, again!) and met her coming home from work. We spent the evening just talking, I met her “new” beau, Grant (not so new, but I haven’t seen her for years, cut us some slack). It was pretty perfect for me considering I was really tired and on a bit of a low energy level wise at this point in my trip. I was getting increasingly tired at this point, really… I think travel also becomes routine after a while and you just get drained.
At least Sydney helped against the occasional bout of loneliness I had travelling alone.