King's Cross Lives Up To Its Name
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Sydney, Australia
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Clive and his ever impressive extensive family tree sorted us out again. Ian, another cousin of his had a pimping wee apartment right in the heart of King's Cross (KC) and as he was travelling back to Ireland over the xmas holidays, we thought it only fair to house sit for him.
Turned out to be a little gem of an apartment with quality home entertainment system (getting used to this), spacious living room, swimming pool and it also had an amazing view from the balcony overlooking the entire city. The opera house was literally a stones throw away, as in stone the flamin crows , we really landed on our feet, again!
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!Having recharged our batteries in Millie's House, it was time to PARTEE like its 1984 again. The very first person we met in KC was some random Afro-Caribean dude who took a fancy to one of Clive's (ass)ets, if you know what I mean. Turned out to be a good eye opener as half the population of the one and only KC could easily be described as weird, eccentric. The word creature/s also comes to mind.
Nonetheless, it really was top notch having a base on Victoria St. What made it even sweeter was the fact that most travelers entering Sydney stay in one of the numerous hostels on the same road as us. We were literally looking down on them from the balcony mwhaa mwhaa haaa. Many a cheeky request for a night kip in the 103 was attempted, but it was tight enough with four people, no chance saloon love....
A few memorable nights out were had which included a great night on Oxford St with Clive's cousin Lauren and her mates. Thankfully Conor had taken his camera as it was probably the biggest piece it together night we had had in a long time. The Gaff bar (good name) also served us well. This spot had a bit of the Palace (in Dub) about it, shit venue, big crowd, cheap drink and great craic...definetley one to watch out for
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. We were also relieved to find another World Bar (like in Queenstown) which kept up the drinking from teacup routine to which we had all grown so fond of.The pool also doubled as a beautiful hangover cure/fitness arena as many a fine morning was spent doing diving competitions ( a favourite past time of Conor and Craigs). In fact, any back flip couldnt be rivaled by Conors full face Klinnmans into the pool, brave man. 50 lengths soon became second nature too, watch your ass Ian Thorpe!!
The food also deserves a special mention as the Chinese, Thai and Pizzeria were up there with the best food we've had so far and it was dirt cheap too. The fact that Ian's apartment only had a hob and no oven turned out to be the perfect excuse to get a nice take away everynight.
We met up with the English boys again, after being apart for nearly over a week and quickly resumed our messy ways. The English girls also made a few appearances as they were staying in good ole Base Hostel, Sydney.
With Christmas and the world famous fireworks display at the harbour for New Years just around the corner, we battled down the hatches and attempted to save some money by staying in and playing the scrooge card. Probably didnt work as well as we had hoped but better the devil you know, then the devil you dont!!
