We left our Christchurch hostel at the ungodly hour of 4:15am and flew into Sydney earlier this morning. After the scariness of quarantine the last time I flew into Sydney, I was surprised that they didn't even x-ray our bags. The people at customs were really nasty, though. It was less "welcome to Sydney" and more, "fuck off and enjoy our shitty weather" than anything.
Anyways, we had a lengthy lay-over in Sydney, so we hopped on a train to the city center and did a free walking tour. I was really excited about this since the tour I did in Brisbane was awesome. This was informative, but not as funny or entertaining. Eventually, Laura and I left early (but we still tipped the guide) and strolled through Sydney's Saturday market. Everyone got something and I got something very cute for Clark. By the way, I should mention that as we did this, we were carrying all our luggage and such.
Finally, we got back to the airport and flew into Hobart, which is in Tasmania. I'm guessing we should have heeded the exasperated cries of "why are you going to Tazzie??" since this place is pretty grim, at least by moonlight. Our shuttle driver was very nice, though. He gave us the backpacker rate even though we didn't have YHA cards and then said we could stay on the shuttle a bit longer if we wanted a tour. Of course we took him up on it. In his bus, the city seemed cute. Now that we're in it, it's just empty and sort of sad. The hostel is clean, but a little weird. We're hoping a certain roommate, who just seems too old for hosteling (why is she here??), will move out soon since we're here for two nights. Oh, and there's no Internet so we're at a decidedly creepy Internet cafe.
No idea what we'll do for tomorrow, but Laura seems to be angling for a brewery tour and a tour of the Cadbury factory even though she knows very well that the factory "tour" consists only of a film and an "informitive lecture."
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