My last day in Australia couldn’t have been more perfect.

we got to Sydney late Thursday night and took a taxi to our hostel… The train is just as expensive as a split taxi…

yesterday morning, we took a fantastic free walking tour. Those are always great since their guides work purely on tips.

then, we took the ferry to Manly beach to get good views of the harbour, harbour bridge, and opera house. Sweet.

our next plan was to head to Bondi Beach and take the 5km coastal walk down to another beach…

except that when we got there to Bondi, we didn’t want to leave. Beautiful blue waves, cool breeze, soft unsticky sand… Tons of people, but no loud obnoxious music or mounds of seaweed. You could lay there and hear the soothing crash of the waves mixed with the can of seagulls and occasional soft laughter and conversation. And also, I have to add, Australia has some nice looking surfers, not gonna lie.

so, we ditched the walking plan, bought swimsuits from a nearby shop, and made ourselves comfortable at the each for the afternoon. Sweet. I’m not usually a beach person, but this beach was so great… Until about 530 when a cold wind started blowing through…

for dinner, we headed to the Down Under Grill and ate a kangaroo burger. No joke. That’s kind of popular here. It was good but kind of tough.

after dinner, we both put on dresses (!!!) neither of us dress up often,so it was kind of fun… And we headed to the 360 bar at the top of the sydneytower that rotates. Cool. You get in free as long as you look  nice and order a drink. Expensive drinks I might add. We also ate $20 cheese and pretended to be rich and unemployed. Haha. It was a great way to end my time in Australia.

we also decided that were too old to be staying at hostels. We probably aren’t the oldest in age, but we felt very much the oldest. One place was nice but didn’t have hot water. And for Australia that’s pretty bad. The other place didn’t have Ac, which is ok, but we had to sleep w the window open and my allergies are already killing me… Also, I watched a French guy spit INSIDE the building next to the stairs on the carpet. I was so appalled I nearly scolded him. But I decided to let it go. Also, there.s just something to having a private bathroom, that isn’t covered in a new shade of makeup powder every time you enter…..

for next time…

so anyway, now its off to New Zealand.

and just so you know, I feel like I’ve beengone 2 months rather than 2 weeks…