shiat, i thought that he was a she...

Its been 2 weeks and only 2 posts, but hopefully things will get a little more normal now...On wednesday mike and myself moved out of the comfortable homes that we were staying in, into a hostel in King's Cross. And as it turns out, as long with the usual female prostitutes our hostel was on the only street that has transvestite hookers as well. Took some getting used to because at first from far away everything looks in order, untill you get closer. Always funny to see people's reactions as it hit them. At least we didn't have to worry about any pimps...

The same day that we moved out, we checked out the first place that we could find that was cheap and near the beach and we took it. For the price its what you would expect (kinda like sharing a 1 person dorm room) but its only about a 5 -10 minute walk which is perfect, which will be our home for at the very least the next 5 weeks. That same night we found a used surfboard that is probably more advanced than either one of us would like to admit. Even though the guy denied it, I'm almost positive that he was Jack Johnson...expensive night.

The hostel was a lot of fun. Met all sorts of weird travellers, we ended up hanging out with the other canadian in the place (little tracy) and walking around the city and walking the north coast of sydney in the day. By night, the popular drink seemed to be boxes of wine, which is always fun. Mike had to drink for me, but i think he didnt mind that to much...