Sydney- "the best I can offer you is beer and bongs"

Our flight arrived in Sydney about midday (but we obviously didn't get to our hostel till about 4.00pm because we are ALWAYS last to get dropped off). It was really cool flying into the airport though because we could see the Opera House and Harbour Bridge from the air which was just incredible. We are, of course, staying in the red light district area of Sydney, thanks for that PeterPan tour company. We were lucky with our room again though because it was just the three of us in there which meant we could spread out our clothes to cover the whole floor. 

We didn't do a huge amount that afternoon because we had to sort out our east coast tour; however we had arranged to go out with the Emily and Medi, who we had run into in Apollo Bay. We decided that we would go out by our hostel in the red light district part which I think was an excellent idea. It actually wasn't bad though- the streets were crawling with brothels and prostitutes but inside the bars it was a good laugh. We made the slight mistake of thinking that the Wales V England six nations game was playing that night so made our way on the train to a Welsh bar that the other girls had seen. Despite the game not being on, this was so worth it because there was a crazy guy on the train who started singing Johnny Cash, using his empty water bottle as a microphone. This was simply a classic moment; there were a load of us in the compartment so everyone was clapping him and stamping their feet and he was doing smashing rendition after smashing rendition. He did like to get the crowd involved by holding the 'microphone' up to our mouths, as well as stroking my hair. I would also like to say that during the entire performance his butt crack was on show. 

The next day we met the girls again and got the ferry to Manly Beach because we had seen that the Australian Open Surfing Competition was on that day. We trekked for absolute miles before finding the right quay to take us there but it was worth it because as we were coming round a corner we suddenly caught sight of the Opera House. It was amazing seeing it right there in front of us, I don't think I realised how breathtaking it would actually be to see such a famous landmark. We took plenty of pictures and also got to see a lovely view of the Opera House and the bridge as we were pulling away in the ferry. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived at Manly the surfing had finished but the beach was still packed out so it was a good atmosphere. Medi and I decided to go into the water and I can honestly say I have never experienced waves like those. Luckily Medi had been in similar ones before and knew that you had to duck under them to avoid get dragged around like a rag doll. However, I like to experiment and decided to try and go over one- it was SCARY, I literally got tossed forward and spun round. Didn't do that again. 

That evening we went for a nice meal close to the Harbour but the heavens had well and truly opened so we had to leg it through pouring rain to get there- this was unfortunate because we missed our usual hooker spotting as we ran by. We did however get treated to a drunken hooligan at the train station. He told us we could go back to his if we fancied (he was very kind). He also said the best he could give us was "beer and bongs" and tried to hug Gwenda because "he liked her best".

The next day we went to Bondi beach, I was very excited about this as we had heard there were lots of sharks about at the moment and I would have loved the drama of a water evacuation and seeing a fin roaming towards the beach. I was also looking forward to seeing the famous Bondi Rescue team. Unfortunately I only got to experience the latter. The beach was really nice though, except for the fact that a 10 year old girl latched herself to us and kept trying to get Lucy and me to go in the sea with her. However, she splashed water in my face so our friendship was over after that. 

Medi and Emily joined us a bit later and luckily Medi is as much of a restless sunbather as me and the girls buried us both so we could be floating heads. We went to quickly wash the sand off ourselves and were just floating about in the sea when we suddenly realised we had actually floated quite far out. This was fine and we just started to swim back, except that we couldn't. We just kept getting dragged back out; we were actually getting nowhere, I could hear Medi saying "I can't get back" and I was like "neither can I"! It was actually really scary but eventually with our guns of steal we managed to get out. Unfortunately this was not before the Bondi Rescue Team had driven over and said over the speakerphone "next time you want a swim girls go between the red and yellow flags". Luckily they didn't come down to do any filming for Bondi Rescue until later as I would have been mortified if we had been on it- complete tourists. 

We went out last night again but in a much nicer area which was by the girl's hostel. We were in our element because we were in a massive queue and the five of us got bumped to the front by the bouncer- hooray. We had a really good last night and we got slightly more drunk than planned considering we had to check out at 9.00am this morning. For this reason the girls are slumped in our hostel’s common room sleeping. MASSIVE BOGANS.