Greetings From Sydney, Australia (My First Aussie Post)

photo(13)Before I begin, I just want to let you all know that I’ve written at least 25-million-3 billion-27-gazillion drafts of blog posts since I’ve been here in Sydney, Australia.

No lie.

So don’t think that I haven’t been thinking about you. Because I have. And I’m sure you’re all waiting so patiently by your computers for an update from me.


I’m sorry.

I wrote them.

I did.

Or at least I started to.

However, I never edited them. I never finished them. And I’ll probably never publish them.

But I can give you all an idea of what they were about.

I wrote a draft on one of my connecting flights over to Australia about, well, marriage. You see, I was comparing moving to Australia to getting married. I was all: “The plane ride is my wedding and Australia is my marriage and I am ready for love and blah, blah, blah.”

That’s right, I was going to tell you all that I got married because marriage is a huge commitment just like moving to another country.

But I never finished that post and I probably never will.

I can, however, show you a picture from my wedding day.

My Wedding Day

My Wedding Day

Then I wrote a draft about how I kept waking up in the middle of the night EVERY night since I’ve arrived and how I’m exhausted and can’t sleep and been trying to cook at the hostel I’m staying at even though 98% of the time I have no idea what I’m doing. Also, I can’t light the damn stove to save my life.

photo(5)So, yes, I was going to post about jet lag and cooking and possibly the really loud snoring lady in my hostel dorm room who, in all honesty, I was ready to go all Chicago on.

But I didn’t finish writing it. And I’m not planning on publishing it.

I can, however, show you pictures of things I’ve tried to cook.

photo(8) photo(7) photo(6)Anyone want to join me for dinner???

I should also mention that I’m a very lazy person and this cooking thing isn’t going well. I mean, did you guys know that you have to clean up after “cooking”, and that if you enter the hostel kitchen anywhere between 6-9 p.m. to try to make something, everyone and their mama will be up in that kitchen cooking and then you’re all: “Ain’t nobody got time for this” and then you just decide to take your Kindle out on a date.

My Date With Kindle

My Date With Kindle

So as you can see, I’ve tried writing blog posts but my emotions have constantly been going up and down. One day I’m meeting people and on a high and feeling great. The next day I’m homesick and don’t have the slightest idea of what I’m doing here.

So with that said, I’ve finally decided to write about how I’ve been a lame and hibernating and using jet lag as an excuse to not do anything.

This is the post I’m gong to touch on. And you ALL get to read it.



You’re welcome.

And now the reason why you’re all here – the real title of this blog post:



There’s a rule I read somewhere about travel; and I can’t remember exactly where I’ve read it but it goes something like this:

No matter where you go, make yourself do something on the third day of arrival.

So this is how my first few days went down:

Day one (which isn’t a real day because it was arrival day and my head was in two different time zones and OMG-IF-I-DON’T-GET-SOME-SLEEP-I’M-GOING-TO-KILL-SOMEONE): It didn’t count. I got a free pass.

Day two: went to the grocery store and tried to “cook” and then went the bank to activate my account because I kind of need money here.

Day three: Got an Australian phone number. Anyone wanna call me?

Day four (which is actually day three because day one doesn’t count, remember?): got a different Australian phone number because I really didn’t like the first plan I signed with. Then I actually, you know, went out. With people. In the pouring rain.

Because, really, who doesn’t want to go for a nice walk in the pouring rain? It’s the only way to really experience Australia.

This is how you really experience Australia

This Is How You Really Experience Australia

And, besides, it was my third day. So I had to do something, right? A couple of people from my hostel invited me to a free concert at the Sydney Opera House, which was really great with many talented artists.

photo(11)The next day I was back in hibernation mode. Hey, there’s no rule that says you have to do something on the fourth day.

But then I met Sophia, who didn’t quite fancy my hibernation plan. She was a girl from the Philippines who is working in another city in OZ. She was briefly visiting Sydney to renew her passport. So she turned it into a three-day holiday. And, well, she wasn’t going to spend her holiday hibernating like a lame like some people.

We chatted about our reasons for being here, and I told her that I’ve spent most of my time hibernating.

I don’t think she accepted this. She certainly didn’t like it, and she made it a goal to take me out of hibernation mode while she was here.

“You can hibernate when I leave…” She’d say.

For the next few days we hung out.

We went on a walking tour. Then we somehow lost the tour because we were too busy taking picture of things, and, well, us.

photo(30)Our only solution then was to create our own tour.


photo(26) photo(25)We didn’t have all the historic information about places like the tour guide did, but we did have frozen yogurt. Well, I had frozen yogurt until a seagull and his friends took half of it from me.

No lie.

Don't Trust Australian Seagulls

Don’t Trust Australian Seagulls

Seriously, Don't Trust Them

Seriously, Don’t Trust Them

Sophia’s personality had the energy for ten people. Her character was like a cartoon.

She was exhausting.

In a good way.

In a we-became-temporary-BFFs way.

In a we-laughed-and-laughed-a-lot way.

Later she introduced me to her friends who lived in the city. And we had lunch.

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And became Facebook friends.

This Is How You Become Facebook Friends

This Is How You Become Facebook Friends

Then Sophia went to a movie with her homegirls while I went back to the hostel to hibernate. (In my defense I woke up at 4 a.m. because of this whole my-body-is-still-adjusting-to-the-time-difference-thing SO LEAVE ME ALONE OK).

The next day Sophia and I hung out before she had to head back to the airport.

We decided to continue being our own tour guides. This time there was ice cream involved. And, of course, pictures.

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Finally, it was time to drop her off at the train station and say our goodbyes.

She told me to stop hibernating but I can’t make any promises.

There you have it folks – my amazing Australia experience so far. It doesn’t involve the beach or pretty mountains or animals. It just involves me. In hibernation mode.

Do you hibernate when you travel? Or do you constantly make yourself do things?

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  1. I read your blog post and I wanna sleep. But it has nothing to do with the hibernation, quite a lot with being exhausted by work. Anyway. I’m physically hibernating, but mentally jumping in excitement, because yay, OZ! I always envy people like Sophia, who have so much energy. But then I remind myself that it may be a symptom of tryhoid problems.

  2. I have definitely hibernated my way through more than a few trips — although for me it usually happens when I’ve been traveling for a while and I’m sick of seeing all the stuff and I just want to eat Pringles in my bed and watch blackmarket DVDs, okay?
    I suggest finding a job really quickly, so that when you want to hibernate you can blame it on your stupid job that makes you tired all the time and JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME WATCH HULU. (And that’s pretty much how I spent my entire year and a half in China.)
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    • I like finding things to blame on so people don’t see the real reason why I’m hiding underneath the covers.

    • Yeah, and the tour was three hours long anyway. We did about an hour or so of it, so I think it was enough 🙂

  3. Well we have also just arrived in Australia and it has been a whole entire week. We are super tired, super stressed, super anxious… Im guessing this will all change in another few days or so…. and it will for you too! Don’t worry, the bouts of homesickness will fade away eventually and you will figure out how to cook soon enough. If you are planning to live here for a long time, an investment in a slow cooker can save you a lot of trouble. 1. Its electric, just plug in, no need for gas! 2. Dump all ingredients in and it will cook by itself… 3. Go to big W, they have reasonably priced ones there… if you are a vegetarian… you can even cook a quick simple dhal (if you crave indian food) in it! Add me on whatsapp if you are using it. PM me on Twitter if you would like to chat!
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