Sydney days
Good morning, my lovely readers. I will write a bigger story blog today as parts 1 and 2 to avoid bombarding you too much. I'm writing from 38,000 feet in the sky, I don't enjoy flying as a passenger, and I know that isn't very good to say as I'm fortunate to be in business class. Still, if I'm not in the mood for reading (shock, I know), I get super bored, and my thoughts give me a headache when I have nothing to do.
Anyway, today I will talk to you about my days living in Sydney; I booked my flights to go there next month, and it has a special place in my heart as I used to live there, so let's tell you about it…
So, living in Sydney came about when I was 24; I travelled around the world and ran out of money once I got to Sydney (I've never been a backpacker…. I was treating myself to too many Starbucks when I was supposed to be living off noodles). So that meant I had to work for a while before I could continue being a gypsy again. My friend decided to stay with me, and I got a job in Bondi Beach as a waitress. I had been a waitress before, but for some reason, this was a new level of busyness I had never experienced. I remember one stupid B moment when a girl ordered a frozen margarita (I was very naive and didn't know cocktails - still only drank Smirnoff ices). I remember going to the kitchen and telling the chefs that the girl wanted a margarita pizza, but really cold (I thought she had some weird cravings like pizza tastes better cold the next day) hahaha… I never lived that down!!! Luckily, they figured out what she asked before I bought her a cold pizza!
Anyway, my friend and I wanted to live near Bondi Beach as it's the place to be, and well, we found a place where we had to share a bed and live with four other couples, and our landlord slept in the living room sofa (lovely). We would come home at different times, and it was a given that you couldn't bring anyone home (anything for cheap rent and living in Bondi). One night, after a few drinks, I was sitting on the toilet for a while, as you do, and spotted a black funnel spider (now these are highly dangerous). My brain couldn't believe what it was seeing… I stayed on that toilet for another 30 mins working out how to get past it, I knew it didn't jump on you, but I literally was shitting it. Soon after that, I insisted it was time to move out. We didn't, but we looked…
I remember going out on one occasion to the Ivy, getting quite drunk, and being persuaded to go into the pool with some handsome man (I think he was attractive). We were swimming and laughing, and suddenly, the security guards said it was closing time. I went to retrieve my bag and clothes… dun dun dun... they were GONE!!! So were the clothes of the guy that was in the pool with me - the only thing the robbing bastards left was his suit jacket! After having a meltdown, mainly that my phone was taken, not that I was stuck half naked without money or keys, we tried to come up with a plan. He's clearly been put off by my meltdown or my half-naked body and is desperate for me to go home. He says he's a triathlete and can run home from here. 'Great … hello, what about me? '
No help from anyone else, just a lot of laughs and photos being taken. My friend had clearly left or was nowhere to be seen. Thank god I'm from England, was what I was thinking at that moment. Anyway, he works across the road and says he may have some money in his office. He punches in the access code to his office .. we go up to the 24th floor, and he has a money change jar by his desk. Tips it out, and we count it together (42 dollars should be enough to get me home). He said, "Sorry," and he told me to message me on his FB account when I got home, even though I had no phone (it was also a fake handle or name). However, I loaded myself up with biscuits from his office for the way home (Tim Tams.. If you know, yum). So yes, I went in a taxi in my underwear at 3 am, paid with coins, and broke into the world's worst bedroom. :)
I then saved enough money to travel for all but three months (I begged my dad to help); however, I decided to move there for a couple of years. More on that in part 2….
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P.S. Sometimes I do miss the old Brigitte… I was so carefree! But hangovers hit differently these days…