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Upon arrival in Sydney I again was unable to get in touch with some other friends I have here, and spent a lovely night sleeping in my sleeping bag on the concrete of central station, making lots of new homeless friends with my ukulele (you gotta cover yourself on all levels of society you know. If I get in trouble here in Sydney I know they got my back). I spent the following day doing the obligatory walk around the city and seeing the city sights, and even made $12 playing ukulele down by the harbor (I think the whole Opera House vibe puts people in a generous mood).
Friday saw me taking in Swedish meatballs at Ikea and brushing up on my Swedish language/culture with some girls from Sweden that I met in Auckland, and then caught up with both here as well as in Melbourne. I am firmly convinced that the only thing in life better than meeting people and making friends from all over the globe is when you are actually able to meet up with those people again down the road in a new place and time. It makes you feel as if life does have a meaning. It is almost to breathe a sigh of relief, smile, and to say to each other, “Well, we somehow made it this far, and it sure is damn good to see you”. A mini victory of sorts.
On Saturday I spent a morning at the lovely New South Wales National Library, (free internet!), recovering from the debacle that was the night before. Hanging out with my Swedish friends at their hostel, we played guitar and ukulele deep into the night before heading out onto the streets of Sydney for some good old fashioned youthful debauchery. The night from then on is a complete blur. The next thing I knew I was waking up back at my friend’s hostel in one of the spare beds of the 8-bed shared dorm room they were staying in. As far as I knew, I had not paid to stay at this place. Last I checked my sleeping locale of choice was the train station. Not wanting to get caught for sniping a free night of accommodation, I hastily whisper a goodbye to the Swedish clan (whom I have not seen since), head into the bathroom, pry out the grate in the window, shimmy down the rain gutter and down on to the streets of King’s Cross below, seamlessly blending with all the morning passerby. A shady exit to be sure.
Rejuvenated after some solitude in the library, I hopped on the metro to head out to Bondi to begin a marathon of meeting up with my friends Ren, Aaron, Keely, Kate, Heather, and Jordan. To think that some of my days have been spent kayak surfing and slinging drinks on Greek isles with Ren, Aaron, and Keely, sailing catamarans in Maui with Heather and Kate, and enduring frostbite snowshoeing the Oregon Cascades with Jordan, and now we are all meeting up for some beers, BBQ, and rugby in Sydney, Australia is such an amazing feeling it is impossible to place into a spot such as this.
After a reunion with BQQ and many beers on Coogee Beach, Ren and I headed into the city for a rugby game with an extra ticket that he had between the Christchurch Crusaders and the Sydney Waratahs (Waratahs lost by one point on a last second kick–kind of a mood killer). From there we headed out to the infamous WorldBar in Kings Cross and stayed until the early hours until we finally returned to Coogee around dawn. It was such a strange feeling seeing all of my friends from Greece sitting directly beside my friends from Maui, and I continually had to take a step back and simply laugh at what was happening. What was even better was watching all of my friends from different times in my life interact with each other and form memories and friendships of their own– I guess it is an indicator that people with the same sort of personalities and characters will get along with each other with an apparent ease no matter where we are all from
I feel as if there is nothing stronger than the shared experiences of an old friend; a sort of memory bank that you mutually stash away that serves to define and sculpt you as an individual, regardless of where on Earth we call home. And I guess it that’s thought that I leave with here today.