5 months 29 days later from my first night in australia..

The last night in Australia couldn’t have been any better. Ben and I had met up in Tanilba Bay near Newcastle on Saturday then made our way to Sydney on Sunday for our flight the next day. We went to grab some dinner and found that there were a lot of gays wandering the streets, not out of place for Sydney but stoked to find that Mardi Gras was still in full swing. It was a beautiful night in the harbor city, Ben hadn’t been before, so his American girlfriend showed him around haha. After I played tour guide around the opera house, we decided to follow the sound of techno, knowing rainbow flags and half naked bodies would soon appear. Sure enough on the other side of the botanical gardens on the harbor was the “recovery dance party”, the parade had been the night before and what other way to get rid of a hang over then drinking more and dancing. Tickets were $140 and not exactly in the budget of Ben and Claire, instead we watched the glitter coated bodies drunkenly dance on their yachts, truly loving life. We walked around to the other side to get the view from the hill and sat and people watched, also taken in the pure positive vibe. Ben and I played “who can find a girl first” and “who’s not gay”, while doing so an Asian man with broken English asked what was going on, and we replied with the name of the party assuming he knew that Sydney is well know for the Mardi Gras. Confused by the name “recovery dance party” he suggested a new name of “friendship party”. Ben laughed and in his aussie voice said, “no mate, it’s the Mardi Gras”. The little Asian men squealed with embarrassment and ran up the hill sheltering his family from the scary gays. I found it quite hilarious, what is it about Asian tourists that make them so damn funny? They take photos in front of EVERYTHING and if a peace sign is not accompanied in the photo, a stern face is.
I decided to have my last aussie beer at the rocks, which is a well known area near the harbor where the workers for the harbor bridge lived during construction. It’s a rad place with an old time feel, laid back bars with live bands, my kind of style. I had a James Squire amber and drank it happily, but paying close attention to the bitter after taste if you know what I mean.
*side note.. ummm best day ever. My lap top is an old dog and that battery doesnt communicate to the charger so it always has to be plugged in. after literally a year it just started working. I’m beyond stoked right now. Wowowowowwww. I’ve had some seriousy good karma come around in the past month, Thanks world!