this was, by far, the best biz trip i've been on yet. after spending less than 24 hours at home post-atlanta, i hopped on a plane to sydney. arrived at 7am, and thot i was going to die. all i wanted to do was crash, but was told if i wanted to adjust to the time difference, i had to stay awake. damn...
i spent 3 hours my first day at a starbucks trying to fend off garth, a consultant for a firm that services oil rigs in the middle east. somewhere between his super thick irish accent, service in the british army, and stories of jungle tactics training in the congo, i learned that he was on holiday via bangladesh and really didn't care if i already had dinner plans. he was really sweet, but relentless. and i had work to do!
how do i find these people regardless of where i am in the world? is it me??? if this happens again while in tanzania, then i know it is...
that being said, he did keep me out friday night til 5am... (i have no idea how i stayed awake!)
spent most of saturday sightseeing. trey, and his mates julian & nigel, started out by taking me to chinatown for some yum cha...
also watched the bottleman for a bit, who is apparently a regular fixture.
to be continued cuz i'm still jet lagged...
(top to bottom, L to R: cockle bay wharf/darling harbour; walking thru the rocks; me excited to eat dim sum in chinatown; paddy's market; Catfish the Bottleman; fig trees in hyde park; archibald fountain; ANZAC war memorial; hyde park barracks museum; bronze copy of il porcellino at sydney hospital)
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