Sydney kind of threw me off when I first got here- I think it was the shock of staying in a town of 2000 people to a city of 4 million. A bit of a jump to say the least, but this little burg is growing on me. It seems everyone is good looking and purposeful. And friendly in that 'strangers talking at a bus stop' sort of way. It is less laid back than Perth and more self-important than Melbourne but as the rock star of Australian cities, I guess that would be inevitable.
I made my second venture downtown today and discovered at least 4 people wearing Mountain Equipment Co-op backpacks as I got off the train. In my travels I have found this to be as much of an indicator of a Canadian as if they wearing a Team Canada hockey jersey. I have quite the collection of MEC gear, including my backpack, a shirt and a fleece jacket and many Australians who have been to Canada will spot my nationality before I have even spoken. Accompanied by the Travel Alberta tourism ad I saw in the theater the other day before Star Trek started, I felt the slight pangs of homesickness.
The rain isn't helping either. I swear its stalking me across the southern hemisphere. I haven't had more than one rain-free day in a row since I left Stewart Island in New Zealand in the last week of April. For a drought-stricken continent there has been an awful lot of flooding along the east coast in the past couple weeks. I request at least 5 days of sunshine before I leave to repair the damage done by New Zealand to my tan, dammit! Is that too much to ask?
-A.
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