No worries... Day 66
Today was a spectacular day, to say the least. I woke up late, again, and took a nice shower, then I had cereal without milk, as someone at the hostel has commandeered it. I walked down to Circular Quay and decided to go on a jet boat ride. Not only did I get the early bird special, but it was so much fun. We were whipping around Sydney Harbor like nobody's business. Thankfully, they gave us rain jackets to wear. After that adrenaline rush, I went up to the Opera House. I actually touched it AND went inside. It was a great moment, actually going in it... Anyways, I'm getting carried away. I walked back down to the wharves (plural of wharf... which is a glorified dock) and decided to get a day pass on the ferries, since I knew I wanted to go on them. Not only did it give me a day pass on the ferries, but the buses and trains as well. I partially take back what I said about the disorganized mess that is the Sydney transit system, but it only works nicely if you have a day pass. Anyways, I got on a ferry to Olympic Park. Talk about a dream come true. It was a crazy moment when I got to the Olympic Aquatic Centre, let me tell you. I was overwhelmed, to say the least. I was in the place where the Thorpedo... I mean Ian Thorpe, swam. So cool. I took way too many pictures, then I walked around the rest of the Olympic facilities for a bit. I spent more time there than I had realized, when I got back to Circular Quay, it was already becoming dusk, so I hopped on a train... which I didn't even realize they had in the city, and went back to my part of the city. I went to a Portuguese restaurant for tea (read: dinner), then I went back to the hostel and packed up. I finally got to talk to my Columbian roommate, who I haven't seen in the last five days. He's a nice guy, even if he is a little grammatically challenged. Alas, I'm off to bed, I have to be up early in the morning to catch my flight back to Christchurch.