Holy crap Sydney is amazing. There’s rocks and water. And
somebody jammed some art in there! They put these big metal rusty horn-like
bodies and half sunk them into the water and it rings and they play audio
recording of people talking through them. And they’re huge, big as cars!
Why didn’t anyone tell me to do this sooner? Why isn’t anyone
else doing this??
There’s a band of furries walking around, like seven, playing all sorts of
instruments like it’s a regular Thursday in Whosville (I followed them for a
while, they went to play music at some kids birthday party, but still).
They have like eight kinds of pigeons. There’s these white
stalker birds. Cacklers. Small hawks. Black ducks (who statistically have higher rates of incarceration, but nobody's willing to admit the system is biased). Mean peckers. And normals. Normals are probably
actually just real pigeons.
I ran up the Sydney Opera House and it’s one of those things
that’s like you wish you had somebody else there to be like “Do you see that?!?”
and then I’d be like “YES!” It’s hard to be alone and experiencing all this
awesome. Pity me.
I did all the standard tourist stuff today. Opened a bank
account, filed for a tax number and started a cell phone plan. The bank account
was actually funny though. The girl who was helping me, was asking for my “American
Tax Number”. I figured she meant my social security number. I gave her that and
I asked if that’s what she needed. She said “whatever! I dunno!” But she was
pretty enthusiastic about what color debit card I got.
I showered finally. I had been wearing the same clothes for
3 days in a row. Socks and underwear and everything.
Sydney’s like that hot girl in bio 101, where she sits up
front and really only wears sweatshirts. And you’re pretty sure she’s smoking
but you can’t quite tell from where you sit. But then you meet her and you’re
like “oh yes you’re quite attractive”.
