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Firstly, may I wish everyone reading this a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you all had a great day and ate lots of turkey.  Im jealous of everyone who ate turkey.  Youll understand when you read about my Christmas day!  But firstly, let me talk a little bit about Sydney. 

Sydney:

After a 3am wake up in Melbourne to catch a 6am flight, we arrived in Sydney full of Christmas cheer and excitement.  If we were a tad be tired!  I have decided though that Australian taxi drivers are some of the grumpiest taxi drivers in the world.  Or at least the one I have travelled so far.  I have yet to meet christmas leftovers one.  Makes me yearn quietly for London drivers who, whilst at the time it may seem rather annoying at the time, actually engage you in conversation!  Aussie christmas leftovers barely look at you.  Or maybe it is the effect I have on them?  God only knows.

We arrived at our hostel, Wake Up!, at 8.30am and had a plan.  Such a plan consisted of checking into our room, sleeping until noon, then going to investigate the city.  Good plan.  Or so we thought.  Upon arrival and checking in, we were told we would have to wait for the three guys in our dorm room of eight to check out at 10am.  So searching for breakfast was the order of the day.  Upon returning at 10am, we were told to christmas leftovers them until 10.30am.  This charade went on until 11.45am.  The guys just werent checking out.  Finally, somebody from the hostel went and told them to shove it and we were allowed to get into our room.  Amy and I decided to surrender the sleep part of the plan and just shower instead.  Someone however was definately against our plan that day as when I eventually found the showers, they were being cleaned.  christmas leftovers we gave up on the plan and ventured out into Sydney.

Joined by our Jeffreys bay and Neighbours Night companions, Adam and Dave, we headed to Darling harbour for some food and drinks.  The harbour was beautiful.  Christmas decorations galore.  Shining sun.  Restaurants and bars lining the streets.  Sydney culture without a doubt.  Whilst not as pretty as Melbourne (but bear in mind that Melbourne spends millions on strange but cool architecture), the harbour areas of Sydney make up for what it lacks in looks.  

That evening, being Christmas Eve and all, Amy and I christmas leftovers silly Christmas hats (that apparently are cool and the in thing in Sydney), walked back to the christmas leftovers and sang carols with a hundred other people in front of the Christmas tree (its bright blue and make of metal).  The four lead carol singers were interesting, mainly because they kept forgetting or singing the wrong words.  Now, correct me if Im wrong, but I think that most people would know 90% of carols off by heart without musics.  Why dont professionals?  Especially professionals with the sheets in front of them!  Plus, isnt there such a thing as a rehearsal?  Apparently not in Australia!  But it was a lovely evening none the less. 

We saw in Christmas day in the club that resides below our christmas leftovers The words sweat box spring fondly to mind when I think of Sidebar.  The amount of people that were crammed into this tiny, underground pit was insane.  But the music was good and I even bumped into a friend of mine from Uni and Clarence Dock!  Score!  We had a Christmas countdown that was very New Years Eve, this was followed by a variety of Christmas songs.  To be expected I suppose!  We then retired to bed.  I think I was asleep before my head even europeverytoday.blogspot.com the pillow, dreaming of the impending Christmas morning. 

Christmas Day, Bondi Beach:

Waking up Merry Christmasses from our room mates, we rose to our Sydney style Christmas day.  Our day was to be spent with our hostel at Bondi Beach in the scorching hot sun.  We were to be provided with a three course lunch and a marquee to drink in as Bondi itself is an alcohol free zone.  Would you be surprised to here, knowing my track record, that none of this happened as it was supposed to?  Didnt think you would christmas leftovers We arrived at the surf club en masse where we were to have lunch.  Was it a turkey lunch?  No.  Was it a standard Aussie barbie?  No.  Was it cold pasta salad and questionable, packaged meat slices?  Yes.  Amy and I took one look at the food and scarpered.  There was no marquee as the liquor licence hadnt come through.  There was no sun.  As it turned out though we did have a good day.  We met up with some Irish lads that we met in Melbourne and spent the day sheltering on a grassy verge next to Bondi beach, hiding our alcohol from the cops christmas leftovers eating a Christmas lunch of McDonalds.  I cant express how much it distressed me to be eating McDonalds on Christmas day.  Now do you understand why I am jealous of anyone who ate turkey?  I bet you do.  That evening we met up with Jason and Hilary (who has flown over to join us from Vancouver) for dinner and a well earned girlie catch up with Hils.  We were in bed by 11pm.  Whilst it may not have seemed like the best Christmas day, I did have a lot of fun and it is definately one that I wont forget.  How often will you be in Sydney, under a cloudy sky, hiding alcohol from Aussie cops and accidentally getting drunk men arrested?  Think about it. 

Boxing Day:

After a well earned lie in, Amy and I headed off to meet Adam and Dave for another day of shenanigans.  We began the trek down to Sydney Harbour, home of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge.  As the boys were stupidly hung over, Adam battling waves of nausea, we headed for food the second we got there.  After lunch, Amy left us to our own devices to spend the day christmas leftovers her lucky Irish lad.  We mourned for a minute, but the loss was quickly overcome with the prospect of a harbour cruise with Captain Cook Cruises. 

As the three of us waited in the mass of tourists that were battling tooth and nail to board the boat, Adam began to giggle.  The giggle turned to a chuckle.  The chuckle turned to full on, side splitting laughter.  Whats so funny? I ask, perplexed at the crazy Welsh mans behaviour.  I warn you, the answer is exceptionally childish.  I wish I could tell you that I didnt find it find it funny.  But that would be a lie.  I wish I could tell you that the joke didnt continue for the entire cruise.  But that would be a lie.  I wish I could tell you that we were mature twenty-somethings.  But that would also be a lie.  Adams answer was: 

Part of the c on the side of the ship is bebratz.com so it seems like we are boarding a whole different type of cruise.  It seems like were going on Captain Cock Crusies. 

Yes, that was his answer.  christmas leftovers I said, childish but very funny at the time. It amused us for the full 1 and a half hour cruise, and the walk back to the hostel.  I may nearly be 23 years old, but Im still a big kid at heart. 

The cruise was fantastic.  It christmas leftovers a gorgeous sunny day and was lovely and warm.  The views were spectacular and we really got a great view of the city, the bridge and the Opera house.  We relaxed and admired the surroundings, laughed at the chinese tourists who were falling alseep, eastern airlines 401 giggled at various cock innuendos.  Like I said, a very mature afternoon. 

Tomorrow brings my 23rd birthday.  It feels exceptionally strange not to be at home for the traditional open lets fill everyone with our christmas leftovers house party.  But hey, Im in Sydney!  I have no idea what the plans for the day are.  Amy has been left fully in charge of any activities.  I wanted to sleep.  But apparently that, and moping, is not allowed.  Go figure.