Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part two
In this blog post I go to the aquarium, wax museum, zoo and Sydney Tower. Then I go to to Sydney Morning Herald Cellar Door wine festival and celebrate Mardi Gras by going to a big gay pride parade.
Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part one
In this blog post I celebrate my first Australia Day, then I go to Luna Park and the Chinese Garden of Friendship. There are also a lot of pictures from the Bondi to Coogee coastalwalk, which I am obsessed with.
Sydney, Australia: I reunite with old friends and drink a lot, yet again.
Working at The Pink Palace has introcuded me to some of the most awesome people I have met to date. One of them is Flo from Germany. She has a blog, which you can read here if you understand German, that is. Hollie from Brizzy is another one of them, and she also happens to be a gifted writer (seriously, check out her blog).
Sydney, Australia: I get drunk a lot.
Like the rest of 2015, my last day of the year is a bit of a mixed bag. We decide not to bother with the fireworks, since finding a good spot seems like an early morning thing. Screw that. Instead we have a fairly uneventful day, then get dolled up and go to Bondi beach after dinner to meet up with friends. Of course, we akwardly run into my ex-boyfriend, who we had invited along with us. He never got back to me about hanging out on NYE, but I do to see him on the last day of the year – with another girl. Feeling a bit annoyed, I tell Sharon: “there’s no way I am going to have a fun night.”
2015 was another weird year of unfortunate happenings, inappropriate doings and amazing experiences. While some people collect post stamps or coins, I collect stories to tell the grandkids when they’re old enough to know what a strap-on is, but enough about The Pink Palace. Of course I am not talking about sexual stories, so get your mind out of the gutter.
