Our first day in Sydney was utterly and deeply depressing.
Arrive at airport.
Take taxi to where we'll be staying. Taxi driver takes different route than what Trusty Tom suggests. Route goes through industrial area, China Town and other dodgy-looking back streets.
We get dropped off.
Get keys for the house we'll be staying in.
It's old. Very old.
It's dark inside.
There's no coffee.
No breakfast.
No views.
No friendliness. Need to get out. Get away. Get the train.
Google Maps. Find the station. 2km walk.
Train to town. Look for food. Any food. Heart-attack. Look for cheaper food.Walk in park. Walk in town. Walk in Circular Quays. Walk some more.
Hungry again. Missing home. Take a train. And another one. 2km walk. Up the hill. Old streets. Old houses. Old everything. Dinner time. Google Places. Pizza place. Walk around corner. Closed until 17 Jan. Kick the rubbish bin. Sore toe.
Spot hungry locals. Follow them. Stealthily. Found it. Pizza. Large. Crispy base. Delicious.
We start the walk back. Oddly, I notice a charming little house nestled between some of the other old ones we saw earlier. Funny. They have some charm of their own, actually. You must just have a closer look. Wait, THERE is a beautiful nave. And a bay-window. That house even has a name! I have always thought one day I will have a house with a name. The last light of day clothes the street in glorious golds and pinks.
Ahoy! What's this? A train station? This close? How did we not see it before?? The whole place has suddenly, magically, been transformed. I see stained-glass windows and wooden floors and high ceilings.
What has happened? What has changed?? Gourmet pizza. Clearly... home is where the food is!
Arrive at airport.
Take taxi to where we'll be staying. Taxi driver takes different route than what Trusty Tom suggests. Route goes through industrial area, China Town and other dodgy-looking back streets.
We get dropped off.
Get keys for the house we'll be staying in.
It's old. Very old.
It's dark inside.
There's no coffee.
No breakfast.
No views.
No friendliness. Need to get out. Get away. Get the train.
Google Maps. Find the station. 2km walk.
Train to town. Look for food. Any food. Heart-attack. Look for cheaper food.Walk in park. Walk in town. Walk in Circular Quays. Walk some more.
Hungry again. Missing home. Take a train. And another one. 2km walk. Up the hill. Old streets. Old houses. Old everything. Dinner time. Google Places. Pizza place. Walk around corner. Closed until 17 Jan. Kick the rubbish bin. Sore toe.
Spot hungry locals. Follow them. Stealthily. Found it. Pizza. Large. Crispy base. Delicious.
We start the walk back. Oddly, I notice a charming little house nestled between some of the other old ones we saw earlier. Funny. They have some charm of their own, actually. You must just have a closer look. Wait, THERE is a beautiful nave. And a bay-window. That house even has a name! I have always thought one day I will have a house with a name. The last light of day clothes the street in glorious golds and pinks.
Ahoy! What's this? A train station? This close? How did we not see it before?? The whole place has suddenly, magically, been transformed. I see stained-glass windows and wooden floors and high ceilings.
What has happened? What has changed?? Gourmet pizza. Clearly... home is where the food is!
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Location: Croydon Rd,Croydon,Australia
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