Finally here. After a 9 hour flight from Bangkok with a stop in Malaysia, I have finally arrived in Australia. Chance would have it that the day I arrived was also Australia Day. The day that Capt. Cook discovered Australia in 1788, I think. All of the Aussie's seemed to be in a very positive celebritory mood. Wearing Australia flag capes and shorts and everything else that had a flag or symbol of Australia on it. I walked around and took in some sights but found myself more tired than I could stand, so did not party or celebrate that much. I booked my Hostel unkowingly in a place called Kings Cross, which turned out to be the red light district of Sydney. And once it got dark the crazies came out! I found it hard to walk down the street without getting propositioned by at least 4 hookers within a block. My room was on the back side of that street. In the afternoon that I arrived I found a cool 50m pool to swim in. Those aussie's like there speedos. I felt a little out of place but rolled with it. Havent run into an unfriendly one yet. The next day I found a different pool across the harbor, that much like the first was overloaded in chlorine, to the point it was hard to swim. I guess that is better than pee? After 2 days in Sydney I decided to get myself oriented with the place that I'll be spending most of my time at. I took a subway to a bus to a long walk to arrive at Collaroy Beach. The beach is amazing, there is another 50m pool that fills up with the tide. So all is well. I start class on Monday, met my instructor at the hostel on accident. He gave me some good advice, and things to expect. Should be really tuff, but I'll be sailing in Australia for 2 months. So how hard can things really be? More later..........
Finally here. After a 9 hour flight from Bangkok with a stop in Malaysia, I have finally arrived in Australia. Chance would have it that the day I arrived was also Australia Day. The day that Capt. Cook discovered Australia in 1788, I think. All of the Aussie's seemed to be in a very positive celebritory mood. Wearing Australia flag capes and shorts and everything else that had a flag or symbol of Australia on it. I walked around and took in some sights but found myself more tired than I could stand, so did not party or celebrate that much. I booked my Hostel unkowingly in a place called Kings Cross, which turned out to be the red light district of Sydney. And once it got dark the crazies came out! I found it hard to walk down the street without getting propositioned by at least 4 hookers within a block. My room was on the back side of that street. In the afternoon that I arrived I found a cool 50m pool to swim in. Those aussie's like there speedos. I felt a little out of place but rolled with it. Havent run into an unfriendly one yet. The next day I found a different pool across the harbor, that much like the first was overloaded in chlorine, to the point it was hard to swim. I guess that is better than pee? After 2 days in Sydney I decided to get myself oriented with the place that I'll be spending most of my time at. I took a subway to a bus to a long walk to arrive at Collaroy Beach. The beach is amazing, there is another 50m pool that fills up with the tide. So all is well. I start class on Monday, met my instructor at the hostel on accident. He gave me some good advice, and things to expect. Should be really tuff, but I'll be sailing in Australia for 2 months. So how hard can things really be? More later..........
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