Sydney, Sydney, Sydney!

DAY 16
Location: Sydney
Temp: 22 C to 16 C
Weather: Glorious sunshiny day
Activities: Paddy's Market, Chinese Garden of Friendship (from the outside), Harbourside, Sydney's Visitor Center, Sydney Opera House for Henry 4 play, Royal Botanical Gardens, Vivid Lights show, long walk home
Accommodation: WakeUp!

It's already been an adventure since I boarded the bus from Newcastle that would take me to Sydney.

The two-and-a-half hour ride was perhaps my shortest drive between cities and my head was twisting left and right for the last half hour as we snaked our way into Sydney. I spied this massive blue bridge that simply could not be any other than Harbour Bridge in the distance, and I hoped beyond hope that we would cross it. We did. And I picked the right seat because I saw the Sydney Opera House there flashing her brilliant Vivid Live show colors before Sydney Harbor. To say my excitement was through the roof would be an understatement. This sprawling city is huge. I tried to remember a store or two that might capture my interest, but quickly lost their location as we dove into the concrete jungle.

But as soon as we crossed the bridge, the rain started. Heavy rain, pouring rain, chilling rain, and I knew I was going to have to walk in yet another 'pissing down' downpour to find my hostel--in the dark--as our bus pulled up to the major transit station in Sydney Central. All I knew was I had to go left once I got off. I proceeded left and hugged the building as long as I could before being forced out into the rain, hunting and hunting for Wakeup! I found the Sydney Central hostel right away, directly across from the transit center and knew my hostel was just up the street...somewhere. It was hard to see through the rain. At nearly midnight. Avoiding being completely soaked by all the traffic.

I reached the end of the street, dripping with cold, and couldn't locate Wakeup! And ultimately decided to go back to the Sydney Central I saw to ask for directions. But as I walked up the street, I saw the Wakeup banners lining the corner building and realized I'd stumbled upon it. I took shelter in one eave next to one girl and asked how to get in. "You want to go in?" She swiped her magnetic card and away I went--grateful to finally be out of the rain.

I got checked in and secured my key, a map, and vouchers for the local Side Bar on the bottom floor, and proceeded up to my 8-bed dorm.

A bunch of noisy kids, was the first thing that popped up into my mind when I entered, which either betrays my age or my exhaustion at this point as these barely out of high school kids watched videos on their devices and pumped music right there in this high-ceiling room. I dropped my stuff and promptly went to shower, planning how I could be just as inconsiderate in the morning as they were being now, but came back to a dark room. Shocked, but not complaining, I went right to sleep!

I set my alarm for 7 a.m. but didn't actually roll out of bed until 8, figuring the free bus around town didn't even pick up folks until 9:30. Besides, I had a few hours before I had to appear at the Opera House to catch my show. The weather showed mercy on me and the sun beat away the clouds. Though it was still a crisp morning, it would eventually be a warm day!

I walked out with my map securely stowed and headed for Chinatown, where I knew I could purchase the things I wanted on the cheap. Paddy's Market was a godsend. I'm so glad I waited until Sydney to buy any souvenirs. I got some clothes, some toys for friends, postcards, etc, and didn't break my wallet doing so--so that was great! I did get suckered into a massage by one of the Chinese guys though and wish I'd been more firm about my position--that cost me a fast $20! I continued on to check out what else was nearby as I headed up Harbour St. (Sydney is very good about having maps of where you are and persuaded me to continue onward) until I came across the Chinese Garden of Friendship.

Turns out you can put a price on friendship. Still stinging from the massage fare, I rejected the garden admission and checked out the Sydney Visitor Information Center and Harbourside instead, where I found out about the Vivid Lights show and fireworks that would be hosted right there at Harbourside this evening. Glad now to see an early show at the opera, I checked the time and had to beat back to the hostel to change into proper opera attendance clothes.

I grabbed McDonalds for lunch (should have been $3 something instead of $5.50! AHH!), ate to the brazen leer of a particularly hungry and large ibis, and hurried back to the hostel to change. It was almost 11:30 a.m. by this time and my show was scheduled for 1 p.m.

Back out the door, I made my way to the free shuttle stop, the green 555 bus, and struck up conversation with my fellow passengers while we waited. A pair of ladies were headed to this conservation type of event and I shared I was going to the opera house for a show. They were as excited as I was! They hopped off the bus which granted me some time to make certain of where I was and get off at the right place, but I didn't need to really study my map as half the bus passengers got up at the Circular Quay.

I headed directly for the Sydney Opera House and had to swallow a squeal when the pretty little thing came into view. I took my pictures and made for the box office only to be told I had to go downstairs to the playhouse. I wanted so vainly to have attended an opera while I was here. "Carmen" was on last month and a rendition of Beethoven's symphony was last week. I tore my hair for missing both. But hey, a modernized version of Shakespeare's beloved work isn't too shabby either! I got downstairs and secured my ticket then went to sit and use the opera house's convenient free WiFi to boast precisely where I was and what I had planned on Facebook, before the theater opened.

I got in somewhat early and found my seat with no problems--looking out on a stage set with a jukebox, double car seat bench, cheap plastic furniture, and a giant Union Jack made of colored plastic crates--until I watched in dumbfounded awe as the theater filled. Who says theater is dead? I think only the last two rows had a few seats left open, otherwise the theater was full! Full!

Henry 4 was a bit surprising because while it's set in a modern time, the language was still Shakespeare. I really had to buckle down and listen in the first ten minutes to get fluent in that old dialect again, but I was rolling with the audience in no time; at once funny and profound, as with most works from the immortal bard. It was a three-and-a-half hour show with a 20 minute intermission, and the time just flew by. The actors did a wonderful job in their roles , though one of the characters was so "British" in her speech, I didn't catch a meaning in any of her garbled speak. "The rascal blurdy blur twixt a cockney gurdy goo" and so on. But yes, it was a nice show and a wonderful way to spend an afternoon!

By the time the show ended around 4:50 p.m. the sun was already on its way down and I still wanted a picture of the opera house and the Harbour Bridge together, so I practically ran around the Royal Botanical Gardens to get the shot, ducking and shooting between pedestrians to beat the shadows as I watched the horizon line climb the skyscrapers. It's a bit dark, but I did get my picture and made a more leisurely way back the way I'd come. I veered off the path to get a few photos of the gardens and was forced to boomerang my way back to the opera house--which I have been unable to leave since I arrived. In encroaching darkness, I saw the full moon rise off the opposite horizon of the sunset and felt a real sense of completeness at so simple a phenomenon. I arrived at the new moon now here at the end of my journey was the full. Never mind that solar eclipse right at the start. I accept your blessings heavens!

I started to make my way back to the bus stop to get back to Harbourside for the show, only to see a mass of people lined up against the railing along the harbor. Now what could they possibly all be here for? Oooh, the Vivid Lights of Sydney! And I paused. Pictures of the harbor and opera house would look way cooler than anything Harbourside would have to offer. And, accepting I would miss the last free bus at 6 p.m., I turned back to find a space along the rapidly filling rail.

I stood around a good half hour until 6 p.m. and watched the light show consume the city skyscrapers, the P&O Cruise ship and the Opera House and I knew I'd made the right decision. I watched the opera house loop (about 10 or 15 minutes) and went inside to locate the Bistro Mozart I'd read about for dinner. Going for the gusto, I ordered lamb rump (which I never eat) and happily had vegetables for a side, and a glass of cabernet sauvignon for a treat. I seriously have dropped more money in Sydney in one day than I have in the last week. I can calm down tomorrow though at the Sydney's Writer's Festival since all of those events are free. The bus is free! I just need to eat eventually.

But wow. One day in SYDNEY and the world's your oyster!