So I'm obviously even further behind than usual, as I was in Sydney almost a month ago. Here's me harassing you to subscribe to this blog already: SUBSCRIBE TO MY BLOG ALREADY! I can't believe there's only a month from tomorrow until I will be on my way back to Boston.
Anyway, Sydney. So, we arrived in Sydney with the wonderful luxury of free accommodation from my friend from high school, Chris. He has an amazing job with amazing perks such as his amazing apartment in this amazing city. He met up with us on his lunch break, so we were on our own to tour the town while he finished up for the day. We spent what was left of it wandering China Town and looking at a beautiful bombardment of trinkets in various shops. Here's Alex, Coree, and myself on the way into China Town.
And here's me, Coree, and Lindsay outside a store with a very strange product offering. Lindsay was really into the big ugly bear in the window.
That night, Coree, Chris, Matt (who was also in Sydney staying in a local hostel with some other "Bondies"), and myself had tickets for the opera. Yes, THE Sydney Opera House opera... to see Carmen, one of the only operas I am even remotely familiar with, and also one of the most famous. Here's me, outside Chris's apartment, on our way to the Opera House.
Chris was still at work at this point, and through a number of miscommunications, misunderstandings, and delays, we ended up not being able to meet him before the show, running to Matt's hostel, sprinting to meet a cab, and begging him to drive faster as the minutes ticked by. Poor Chris was waiting for us with the tickets (which were $100 a piece-- all fronted by him), helplessly watching the time go by. When the cab driver finally dropped us off I ran in to meet him while Coree and Matt paid. We made it to our seats literally SECONDS before they dimmed the lights-- lucky, since there is absolutely NO late seating. They are VERY strict.
Needless to say, the opera was amazing even in spite of my atrocious French and nearly all of the jokes going over my head. The music was phenomenal, although "sing snob" that I am, I wasn't in love with Carmen's voice-- everyone else was incredible. There was even a live horse and donkey making various appearances on stage...
Here's the flyer for the show:
As you can see, they're also performing La Boheme (which is the story upon which RENT is loosely based)-- too bad I can't see them all!!! I took an illegal photo of the theater where the opera was performed:
It's small because there are actually a number of theaters in the Opera House. The pit was beneath the stage, which was cool, but sad because I couldn't see the percussion section. *sigh.* Here's a shot of Coree and I in the foyer area after the show:
The view of the park and Sydney from the steps of the Opera House:
The Opera House from the steps:
The harbor, where Nemo's daddy is only moments from finding little Nemo! There happened to be a gigantic boat that night, which was so pretty...
The bridge, beneath which you can still see the lights from the fair grounds.
Afterward, Chris had almost forgiven us for being so absurdly late, and we were ready to go out on the town. Coree had a bizarre obsession with going to a bar called "Minus 5," which was an ice bar not far from the Opera House. It ended up being $30 for half an hour in the bar and one cocktail. Here we are in our Minus 5 gear...
We took some illegal photos inside after downing our $30 cocktails (which had about one droplet of alcohol each, but were delicious).
La Tour Eiffel:
The Sydney Opera House:
As you can see, most of the sculptures were actually melting in spite of the temperature. They didn't even put music on until we had already spent ten minutes inside. We decided that we had pretty much paid $30 to be cold for half an hour and drink non-alcoholic beverages from cups made of ice. Here I am freezing my tush off:
Me, Matt, and Coree dancing, after they finally turned the music on:
This picture actually makes the place look way cooler than it was. When you were inside you could see that it was actually low-budget and other than ice, the ugliest room in the world. I'm pretty sure we ended up leaving before the half hour was up because we were the only ones there and we were freezing. We went to the bar downstairs, which was super swank, and ended up getting a pretty little table area. Coree took this picture of Matt, me, and Chris:
Coree and I had a silly little photo shoot. Here are some highlights:
Afterward, we met up with some of the other Bondies at a night club in Darling Harbor. There were a significant number of us that weekend because of the Gay Mardi Gras festivities that Saturday. Here's Matt, Coree, me, Matt and Chris on the deck, which was heated for some ridiculous reason, but had a great view of the harbor.
You can see a bit of the harbor in this picture of Chris and I, catching up (we hadn't seen each other since my 21st birthday, over a year before!):
Afterward, we had an extremely silly photo shoot in the totally random king and queen chairs in one part of the club:
Chris had a bizarre fascination with this statue:
Which Coree and I later imitated, prolonging the silliness:
We ended up taking a late-night McDonald's run, to what was apparently the fanciest McDonald's in the world.
The next morning Chris had to work again, so Coree, Alex, Lindsay and I went off on our own again. We got breakfast at this delicious cafe, which was mere steps from Chris's apartment. Coree took this beautiful picture of their beautiful yogurt:
We wandered off to find somewhere to eat, and stumbled upon this park, where Coree took this silly picture of us, which apparently the men on the other bench thought was extremely silly, too:
We decided to go to this building, the name of which I can't remember, to get a view of Sydney from above:
Coree took this picture of the monorail tracks on the way. We never took the monorail, but it was pretty sweet looking, nevertheless.
We met up with the Matts, and bought our tickets for the OzTrek, which was a silly little box ride hosted by a man with the most Outback accent you ever heard in your life. Here we are, waiting to go inside:
Me, being ridiculous, on the way in:
After the stupid ride was finally over, we got to go to the top of the _____ *insert title here* building...
We took a ton of pictures from the top, so many that these are in absolutely no order, and I'm not sure if I know what they all are, but I'm going to take a stab at it. This one is the Opera House from above/behind. You can see the Sydney Harbor just beyond it through the buildings:
Slightly clockwise around the building, harbor more visible;
Continuing clockwise, another shot of the harbor:
Counterclockwise from the first shot of the Opera House, here is a view of the bridge that crosses the harbor:
This is where it gets fuzzy. I think this is Darling Harbor, where we spent the previous night at the night club, and I think it is a bit further counterclockwise from the shot of the bridge:
Continuing counter-clockwise around the building:
A couple more shots of the harbor:
The Olympic stadium:
Another shot of the park, with a view of the beautiful church which overlooks it: