I know you shouldn’t throw all of your eggs in one basket, but Sydney had me sold straight away. Honestly, I could have just set up shop there, forever.
Sydney incorporates everything I’m looking for in a city. It’s big but not too busy, the architecture is thoughtful and aesthetically drool-worthy. The food game is very strong. The beaches are breathtaking and they have magical free wifi in the air and free gas bbqs where you just bring the food and turn them on. There are little paths connecting some of the beaches where you can just stare out to the ocean and see whales just casually glimmering in the distance. The nightlife was fantastic. The weather, even in winter, just lovely. The public transit (once you finally understood north from south) was very easy and accessible. The city is so big but has so many little neighborhoods and subcultures that no matter what you’re into, you’ll find your spot.
I moved to a hostel suggested by my friend Danny (he can take the credit) but actually I chose it on Hostelworld.com because it was literally the cheapest hostel in the entire city. It was in a massive dormitory. Like 40 humans in one room. You can only imagine the possibilities. (Please see my previous post “The Dormitory Sex Show” for starters)
Surprisingly there was none of that. In fact, I was probably the biggest nuisance there from snoring so hard. Moving to that smelly pillowless top bunk bed in Sydney was the greatest decision I could have made. I met some really great people, had some really great laughs, and some very horrendous hangovers. I probably could have lived in that nasty dorm for a lot longer but sadly I had to force myself to move North. It’s easy to get in holiday mode, but I only have so much time to see the country before I start my job and begin to contribute to society again.