As my arrival in Australia drew near, I regretted having to bid farewell to Southeast Asia and return to a world so similar to my own. Part of the great adventure of this trip has been constant exposure to worlds, foods, architecture, religions, clothing and ritual so very foreign to me.
I’ve thrilled over daily experiences that are new and strange to my Western consciousness – with each day turning into some mini learning experience and adventure.
But let it be said, I had nothing to fear. I adore Sydney. The people have met every Aussie stereotype of being some of the world’s cheeriest and friendliest. I live in a perpetual echo of “No worries, mate!” The neigborhoods have charmed, the beaches of Manly and Bondi lived up to their massive wave potential (but with a distressing lack of sexy lifeguard eye candy!), the food’s been eclectic and amazing, and the culture is fabulous – highlight being a self-made wine and cheese picnic while watching “A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream” at Shakespeare in The Park in Sydney’s Royal Botanic Gardens.
As I’ve spent the past few days in an environment quite similar to the city life I’ve grown to love at home, it’s been an amazing reminder of the lifestyle I left behind to take this trip, and my excitement to return to the things I love to see, do and oh yes, eat and drink.
For more photos of my Sydney adventures, check out Flickr.