RIP Felicity and Back to Sydney

Trip Start Nov 29, 2012
Trip End May 10, 2015

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Flag of Australia  , New South Wales,
Friday, March 22, 2013

As keen readers of my blog will know, my last trip to Sydney was at New Year and although I had a great time, I was left overall with a pretty bad impression of the place, mostly because of the cold, unpleasant and downright rude people who lived there. In the end, I attributed their grumpiness to the festive season and decided I would give the Sydneysiders another chance at proving that they weren't a bunch of miserable old gits after all and head back there on my trip up the East Coast. In saying that, I didn’t want to stop for long and hoped to head out West in New South Wales to start my regional work to get my second year visa.

This involved making the difficult decision to finally leave Melbourne behind, and with it, my beloved Felicity. After the major fail of driving 400 miles with a collapsed wheel bearing last weekend, I didn’t hold out much hope that she would make it to Sydney and so, with a heavy heart, sold her the day before I left Melbourne. I think I may have even shed a tear…I was devastated.

After booking a last minute ticket, Friday morning dawned and with a somewhat heavy heart, boarded the twelve hour train to Sydney. I loved Melbourne and was sad to bid farewell to my newly adopted hometown, the people, the culture, the architecture. But as the train pulled away I kept telling myself that I came to Aus to travel and to see as much as I possibly could. Luckily for me, after the bogan fail of my last Australian train ride, I was fortunate enough to be sat next to a rather chatty bloke called Ben who worked as a cartoonist for a living! He showed me some of his sketchbooks which were amazing and even drew a caricature of me! Having someone to talk to made the journey go much quicker and before long, I’d completely forgotten about Melbourne and was excited about my latest adventure!

I arrived in Sydney with a huge grin on my face, despite the dead tonne weight of my backpack. The first thing that hit me when I stepped onto the platform was the muggy, dampness in the air, the heat was staggering! The hostel I was staying at was in Glebe in the North West of the city. A quiet little suburb, it was leafy and the roads were lined with quaint little coffee bars and bookshops. The hostel I’d booked is owned by the same people who run The Nunnery in Melbourne where I’d stayed for my first week in Aus so had high hopes that this place would be just as nice.

The minute I walked through the gate however, I knew instantly that things were going to be a little bit different round here. I was greeted by large groups of people huddled round tables smoking and laughing like deranged hyenas. I duly ignored them and trudged up to my dorm, which to be fair, was quite cosy with three other beds. I got chatting to my roomates, one girl Fran was a nurse from Bolton and the other a German girl with a buzzcut who only arrived in Aus a couple of weeks ago. The only bed left was in the top bunk and despite the fact I was convinced I would fall unceremoniously out of it, felt a bit like a spider monkey clambering up the ladder and had flashbacks about being a little kid again! Needless to say, the minute my head hit the pillow, I was out of it!

Felicity, you will be sadly missed :(

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