When in Australia, I needed my coffee first thing in the morning because I had to wake up at the time when I am usually in deep sleep back home, and well it’s COLD.
On my first day here, I ordered my usual, latte, and hated it. Latte here seems to be umm.. stronger. I tried my friend’s cappuccino, my teenage era coffee choice, before settling down with latte. It was bitter. I decided to give the flat white a go. It seemed like a naïve version of latte. I tried a cuppa and ended up liking it a lot. I made my friends try it, and I asked Hulk to try one when he visited Sydney.
Circular Quay Harbour
My first encounter with Circular Harbour was when I took the ferry to the zoo. The air smelled Ocean-y and well.. fishy. It gave me a headache. I wasn’t used to the smell. We came back from the zoo and took a break at a coffee shop nearby that was perfect for people watching and I did. While sipping my flat white, I started to enjoy the atmosphere of Circular Harbour. All types of people going about their day. The fantastic view of the bridge against the horizon. The tourists. Circular Quay Harbour ended up being the place I took most pictures of.
Beer costs more than mineral water
There was a café at Bondi beach that sells two glasses of beer for five bucks (happy hour) and a mineral bottle water for the same price. This was both bad and good depending on what I needed at that time.
Man, I only experienced it for few days in Melbourne, and I totally get it why Westerners were being draggy about winter lasting longer than usual this year. Cold winds and layers and layers of clothing sucks. I even wrote a poem about breaking up during winter (will share with you once I found the Gloria Jeans’ tissue paper in which I wrote it) BUT it had been sunny bright blue sky winter days in Sydney. I enjoyed soaking up the sunshine at any time of the day, it felt like an invincible blanket or virtual warm hugs
I am embarrassed to admit on my first night in Sydney I was scared/intimidated by the Australians. Coming from Asia I felt small and dainty compared to the locals. It didn’t help with all the loud voices and getting yelled rude versions of “you look fine” by some teenagers filled cars at Kings Cross. Only on the coming days I learnt that it happened only because it was a Saturday night at Kings Cross and that Sydneyers are friendly in general. I especially loved being called “darling” here, which I never encountered anywhere else I had been before, it made me feel like a darling.
And that’s the end of my blabber about Sydney. for now. Thanks for reading people.