Before our journey to Sydney this morning, we visited the Royal Australian Mint in Canberra. Wasn't much to do there, apart from "making your own coin" and looking at the history of the mint. At around 11 o'clock we said good-bye to Canberra and travelled to Sydney, arriving at about 2 o'clock.
Sydney is a great place...if you like crazy driving, insane road designs, angry people, crazy driving, hard to find hotels, random weather and crazy driving. Things started off great, with two hoons with apparently broken indicator lights cutting in front of us. The situation got even better when we couldn't find the actual CBD. When we finally found it, my dad nudged a Benz. Even though you couldn't see it, the guy just blew up. We offered him our apologies and insurance number, but he told us, in effect, to get lost. So we did.
We got lost. Then we found a funny little Chinese restaurant near our original accident site so we parked there. After lunch, we found out that the Mr. Benz decided to stick a note to our windscreen after driving away and he said he wanted us to contact him. How weird is that? That's Sydney people for you.
We started searching for our hotel. After an hour and a half of no left turns, no right turns, dead ends, roadworks and angry people to reach our destination. The place is alright, but the chairs are falling apart.
On first assessment, Sydney seems to be a bit crowded and fast-paced. I'll get back to you when I scout stuff out better tomorrow.
My initial impression of Sydney was very similar to yours but I actually thought it was alot like Melbourne. Anyway Mr Benz sounds interesting, what did it say on the note? I actually found on the plane to Sydney and in Sydney that people would somewhat nicer there. My hotel was in the middle of Chinatown and it felt alot like China.
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