22.08.2011 - 15.09.2011
Australia Part one
Although its almost been a whole year spent here in Australia, the time can be condensed down into a few blog posts, as a lot of it has been spent working and living in apparent normality. So in around five or less blogs I will sum up a year travelling and working in Australia.
Part one starts with Laura and I arriving from Fiji in August 2011. We landed in Sydney and had arranged to stay in the infamous King’s Cross area. Think cheap bars and cheap hostels. Think red light district. Think muscly black male transvestites on the street. Think lewd strip bars with depressed looking dancers (so I heard).
We spent around three weeks sampling the cheap bars and various cheap hostels. One hostel, Jackaroo even offered us free wine on Friday evenings. We happily obliged them before hitting some bars.
One night of note was a last minute fancy dress affair, the cause of which I cannot remember. We had about an hour before the shops closed so options were limited. To rush ahead and with the excuses over: I ended up dressing in a child’s fairy outfit, complete with overstretched tutu, wings and wand. I felt like a massive drunken male in a small girls fairy outfit, there’s no denying what I felt like, and what I looked like. To make it that extra bit creative I decided that smeared eye liner and an ‘anti-jesus-cross’ (think no smoking sign but with a cross) marker pen tattoo would make me look even more inoffensive.
Needless to say I was the highlight of every bar. In hindsight it was a dangerous move; just recently on the news I have seen that someone was killed on the Kings Cross by a drunken yob. He had assaulted three guys separately on the night, killing one - for apparently no reason. He would have had lots of reasons to think of hitting me, that much I do know. But luckily, being the great fairy that I was, I only attracted looks of fascination, jealousy, and admiration. The highlight for me was spending about two hours on a dub step dance floor rocking my wings off and sweating buckets, again to looks of jealousy and admiration.
There that’s it. I’m keeping it as short as this so I can actually do all the blogs planned and not give up like with the USA section, which I will do eventually.