Some thoughts on travel so far -
When I got picked up by the driver at the airport, I went to get into the car on the drivers side. You know, because the drivers side in Aussie is the passengers side in the states. He said nothing to me as I did this as he knew it was going to happen, and had a good laugh at my expense. Totally forgetting where I was, when I opened the door I literally said aloud "now what the fuck? Oh yeah..."
People here in Sydney don't know how to get out of the way. I don't know how to explain it but they just keep walking right at you, and don't move. In the elevator literally everyone in the elevator bumped into me twice. It felt like being in a human bumper car ride at the fair.
People here REALLY obey the crosswalks. I mean even if no traffic is coming they hit that button and wait on the green man walking sign across the road. This is such a huge contrast from the Dominican Republic where people literally give ZERO fucks about traffic laws or walking across the road. In the DR, people literally run across the interstate holding their kids at rush hour. Here? They won't cross the road until that sign tells them it's ok. No matter what.
When I got out of the airport in Melbourne and walked outside, it smelled awesome. Not sure now to describe it, but it just smelled good outside. Not like a bar-b-q or anything. Can't describe the smell, it just smelled good. That's it. Good.
Because I am sarcastic, everytime someone asks me if I'm from the states I want to say something like "no, I'm from Transylvania." in a very deadpan way. I haven't done it yet, but it's coming.
There are some sweet ass rides here. I have no idea what the fuck they are, but I like em. I will grab some pics if I can this week.
I can't help it, but the Asian dudes here dress hysterical. And there's no theme going on, like all wearing skinny jeans or whatever. Some wear skinny jeans, and some wear....pajamas? I have no idea what I'd call it but the variation in dress is wide and bizarre. One dude had on flip flops and knee high white socks, with shorts down to about where the socks stopped, then something I can only describe (his shirt) as something you'd find in a young girls pajama section of the department store.
The weather here is great. Someone told me it'd be cold but I guess that's because it's been super hot. But to me it feels perfect since I got here.
I brought my shears to cut my hair and trim my beard, and had to get an outlet adapter. Well, I am guessing the juice from an outlet here is a lot more than in the States because when I turned my shears on, they sounded like a weed eater on steroids and it scared the shit out of me. Eventually, it got hot to the touch and the fucking blade on the underside of the shears shot right the fuck out of the god damn thing and made me jump. I'm telling you, it was so loud I was scared my neighbors were going to think I was practicing the Texas chainsaw massacre in my apartment.
I found a department store and bought new shears.
More updates later this week............