14 hour plane rides are something to be reckoned with; rarely are they comfortable, but as with most things, when you buy the ticket, you take the ride. After a few complimentary beverages, wack food and bad movies, you arrive at the destination many time zones in the future or the past, causing some to wonder whether or not time travel has actually been invented…
Upon departing the plane, I was greeted with the air born excrement of the Chilean Volcano, Puyehue-Cordón Caulle, also know as ash clouds. Qantas Airlines determined it was unsafe to fly to NZ, which was total bullshit seeing as Air New Zealand was making the effort to fly throughout NZ over the course of the past month with no safety issues, but that is beside the point. (Note to future flyers, don’t fly with Qantas!) Those of us with no intentions of staying in Australia for more than a couple hours now had a different agenda… Fortunately I had contacted my Irish friends Andy and Helen before departing, letting them know the ash cloud may be an issue and thankfully they opened up their penthouse in Sydney Central for as many nights as I needed.
I also happened to have a sly Australian Visa buried in the passport pages, allowing me to slip into the convict country. One of the customs agents must have seen me coming as he handed me a get out of jail free card which gave me the privilege of skipping the 300 person line and hour + wait to have your bags searched! I had been in Sydney just about six months prior, so it was easy to navigate the public transport with board bags etc… An overnight stay folded into a couple weeks, but it was a blast. Here are a couple photos from around the city:
I guess I won’t be eating bananas today…
Saturday morning fritata sessions with the crew
New South Wales Gallery of Modern Art
Caught some cheeky waves the last night in town with a bunch of dolphins.