Aus Day 8 - Hello Sydney Oxford Street
We checked out the Desert Gardens hotel at 10am ready for the 10:30am transfer to the airport. Had time to quickly check the internet at $2 for 5 minutes but it was painfully slow (using satelitte connection I guess). the local newspaper made me smile at the type of hearsay it has to rely on for headline news.
We arrived at the airport to find both our Virgin and Quantas flights delayed due to the heavy rains in Sydney. We also found out that the same two English guys I had a go at yesterday were waiting for perhaps the same flight...D'oh!
Not much at Ayres Rock airport to be honest and the extra 30 minutes delay was hard work especially as the air-conditioning wasn't working particularrly well. As we boarded we notcied the same two English guys in the same queue then as our luck goes we were sat on the same row separated by the isle!
I must've been dehydrated as my headache didn't really go away and with a combination of this, a slightly bumpy ride and not in the window seat I had a very sickly flight towards the end. It took a few minutes after landing to fully recover.
Airport transfer was very simple at $15.90 for a single rail ticket to Central Station. Then a 5 to 10 minute walk to our apartment on Campbell Street. We'd hoped to see our friends Candide and gavin in the evening but they were staying with friends near Bondai beach. Internet access at the apartment was $5 an hour via wifi.
Somehow I picked a good choice of restaurant. The Pink Peppercorn was a Laos Burmese cuisine place situated 10 minutes walk from the apartment on Oxford Street, Sydney's gay district. Plenty of bars, kinky shops and the odd club as well as one or two good restaurants. The food at Pink Peppercorn was amazing - the lamb was possibily the best I've ever had.
After our meal we walked further up Oxford Street to a bar simply named '?' though it might have been previously called 'He Made She Made'. The DJ was playing quite cool disco-like house though the bar customer were quite random with types of people but mainly people getting trashed and girls (and sometimes boys) dancing around handbags. It was a funny people-watching type of experience. The cocktails weren't up to the same standard we'd hoped for but the bar's interior made up for it (fake grass on the walls and goth or kitsch like furniture and fittings).
We arrived at the airport to find both our Virgin and Quantas flights delayed due to the heavy rains in Sydney. We also found out that the same two English guys I had a go at yesterday were waiting for perhaps the same flight...D'oh!
Not much at Ayres Rock airport to be honest and the extra 30 minutes delay was hard work especially as the air-conditioning wasn't working particularrly well. As we boarded we notcied the same two English guys in the same queue then as our luck goes we were sat on the same row separated by the isle!
I must've been dehydrated as my headache didn't really go away and with a combination of this, a slightly bumpy ride and not in the window seat I had a very sickly flight towards the end. It took a few minutes after landing to fully recover.
Airport transfer was very simple at $15.90 for a single rail ticket to Central Station. Then a 5 to 10 minute walk to our apartment on Campbell Street. We'd hoped to see our friends Candide and gavin in the evening but they were staying with friends near Bondai beach. Internet access at the apartment was $5 an hour via wifi.
Somehow I picked a good choice of restaurant. The Pink Peppercorn was a Laos Burmese cuisine place situated 10 minutes walk from the apartment on Oxford Street, Sydney's gay district. Plenty of bars, kinky shops and the odd club as well as one or two good restaurants. The food at Pink Peppercorn was amazing - the lamb was possibily the best I've ever had.
After our meal we walked further up Oxford Street to a bar simply named '?' though it might have been previously called 'He Made She Made'. The DJ was playing quite cool disco-like house though the bar customer were quite random with types of people but mainly people getting trashed and girls (and sometimes boys) dancing around handbags. It was a funny people-watching type of experience. The cocktails weren't up to the same standard we'd hoped for but the bar's interior made up for it (fake grass on the walls and goth or kitsch like furniture and fittings).
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