Tag 58: One Hundred Eighty Degrees to Happiness

26.08.2016

After a night's stay that feels like we're lying with an ear on the asphalt and a lighthouse operating right in front of us, we are more than happy to leave here and head to Sydney. The distance is not far, but our accommodation in Sydney is not yet fully settled. Although we have the opportunity to stay in my friend's apartment, we have to make do with a situation due to an incident with his roommate. We reach him a few days in advance but still cannot agree on a specific date for our move-in. So this remains a spontaneous undertaking, which we start from McDonald's at 7:30 in the morning, to be precise, I am the communicator to our contact person while Gudi looks for a parking space. In Sydney's first district - yes, we will be living better in the next two days. However, this excludes a parking space in front of the door, as is usually the case in big cities. 30 minutes in an underground car park for nine dollars is also not a solution. Nevertheless, we manage to finally reach the extremely friendly and helpful Rami and agree to meet before the start of his work day. The task of convincing the concierge of the building that the people who want to pass by him in smelly rags are actually registered is not easy. With this task accomplished, we still have a struggle with the high-tech elevator. However, a little later we finally have the opportunity to get to know each other and set up camp. There probably couldn't be a better metaphor, as we ended up in a noble skyscraper in the center of Sydney. We briefly exchange information with our host, but soon we are on our own as he goes to earn his bread for the impressive apartment.

So we spread out, somewhat overwhelmed by the contrast of luxury and wealth compared to our usual environment of the past few weeks.

After an extended personal hygiene session, we decide to visit the city. Our path quickly takes us to the harbor, which shines in the sunlight of this winter day. The famous Harbor Bridge and the legendary Sydney Opera House are also nearby, so we spend the day doing typical sightseeing. Above all, the opera house is of course wonderful, even though it only becomes a true eye-catcher with our presence in front of it. We naturally document all of this in multiple images. Gudi was here eleven years ago and is delighted with the sudden flashback to her youth.

When a queasy feeling hits us in the stomach, we realize that the prices in this metropolis cannot be compared to supermarket spaghetti in the hinterland. So we quickly decide to stay in line with city life for these two days and dine accordingly.

We invite our host to a steak by the harbor and spend a nice evening with the European emigrant. Watching a movie on the flat screen in the penthouse, we all slowly get tired and end this day that definitely introduces us to the life of the wealthier Australian society.

Gudi's glorious laws:

Never McDonald's for me again ... well, today I don't care!

Gudi is a little affected by our special raw food diet of the past weeks. Almost every day she swears to me that she will never eat greasy food again. But since we constantly pass by fast food stations and I occasionally stop, for example, to find out the way, Gudi repeatedly falls back into her less compatible food schemes. Unfortunately, sticking to one line is not really Gudi's strength, but finding excuses and defining the next day as the "Monday of new resolutions" is.