Tie me Kangaroo down sport!

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Monday, December 10, 2007

Our last couple of days in Thailand were ping pong-less which displeased Charlie who I think has a new ambition in life: to write her name, 'hands free'...
We visited the Wat Po statue in Bangkok, a giant golden Buddha laying down (sorry, reclining!). Charlie claims the best part of the day was the ice creams from the café on the grounds but she was just grumpy as I refused to take her to Seedy Street again! Our curry withdrawal symptoms meant we needed a fix of the spicy stuff so a trip to the Gaylord Indian restaurant was needed. The worrying thing is that, after India every curry just tastes so... crap! Farnham Tandoori you have been warned.

Our first night in Sydney was a 'free wine and cheese night' in the hostel - welcome to Australia! We were 'treated' to a fascinating story from one traveller who lived on the Kent/Surrey border about how a break-in in his garage saw both county police forces turn up. We soon lost him!
In Scubar (the local 'pick-up joint' for backpackers and desperate Aussie women)
we met Kev and Yvonne, a really friendly couple from oop North and we hit it off straight away - Kev couldn't take his tongue out of my ear and I couldn't stop touching his butt! When in Rome...
We left the sticky-floored 'Cheeks of Sydney' and hit the nearest kebab house. When I first bit into my chicken I turned to the guy behind the counter and asked "is chicken supposed to be pink?!" Seriously, it was clucking at me. The guy took it out back to 'cook it' but I wasn't convinced (I've seen Road Trip!), so I shouted at him, "Don't take it back there, you'll jizz on it"! He got the message as everyone laughed at him and he tried to tell us the soft pink/red meat was 'the sauce'. I then had to give him a basic cookery lesson. At the next bar Charlie's ego got a massive boost as the bouncer told her he thought she was 17... he must have been eating chicken from the kebab shop that night!!

I wanna take you to a gay bar!

A guy who slept through us pelting him with ice cubes, a shirt made from net curtains, me punching 'Dirty Uncle Johnny' when he tried to touch Charlie's boobs and a kid on the way home telling Charlie and Tasha to 'lickk my balls'... just a normal night out in Sydney's Oxford Street, where the gay crowd comes out to play. Needless to say Charlie can't remember getting home that night!

Circular Quay is very nice and we did 'the tourist thing' with the Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge - nice but I'm sorry it's not the Taj Mahal (and in the words of one Londoner we met here, "It's not as good as Tower Bridge... it doesn't even open!?).

One day when we were looking for a home (after being told we were bedless by our hostel that morning and given 25 minutes to pack and check out) we bumped into Bukki, a Samoan hip hop dancer from New Zealand who is Nome with big hair! We found a 3-bed room for the night and then decided to take the 'young boy' (19 and built like a gorilla!!) out for a few free drinks using the tokens we'd been given. After a few drinking games the tokens were all used up and we headed into town, only stopping to 'Freeze' and to 'Disco' (if someone shouts it you've got to do as they say, even on level crossings). Bukki spent the night trying to perfect his English accent by copying everything Charlie said and we ended the night with a few of his dance moves he'd been trying to teach Charlie earlier. Sha-mo!
The next morning, nursing hangovers Charlie got out the scissors and cut off Bukki's rat's tail. We didn't see 'Nome with hair' again after this day (Terry, you know how he feels after Charlie cut off your dreads while you were sleeping!).

The weather here is awesome (the odd flash thunderstorm apart) and it's crazy to see Christmas trees and hear 'Santa Claus is coming to town' as you walk around in shorts and flip flops eating ice creams. Jealous? You should be!!

I managed to drag Charlie to the football one night (Sydney FC vs Newcastle Jets - I needed my 'fix' after 3 months not watching the Shots!) and then on our last day we met up with the Tolleyman (Aldershot boy turned established Bondi resident) and his crazy group of mates for a few drinks in St Leonards and then Bondi. Charlie settled the debate of mine, Unit's and Tolleyman's heights by measuring us all with a drinks straw and then it was back to 'Clun 117' for beer, surf DVDs and some amazing food courtesy of Umit - the olive and chocolate mousse king!

We are currently stuck in Sydney airport, our flight to Fiji being delayed 7 hours. The blow was softened when we were upgraded to business class with all you can eat and drink, what a bummer!!! Getting drunk and using the internet in a posh posh lounge and Charlie has stolen toilet roll, and all the freebies in the shower rooms... pikey!! We've felt out of place before but never as much as now, so getting hammered is the only answer to this problem of ours!
This entry is a little blunt we realise after re-reading - that'll be the free bars' fault!!!

Charlie said this morning... "If I wash my hair today we'll get an upgrade" check it out - she's turned into Fiona!

Life doesn't get much better than this... loving it!
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