This was the 3rd post (Day 3) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
4th July 2014 – Sydney, Australia (Day 3)
It didn’t hurt, nor was there an air of hysteria. It didn’t feel like the rain, nor bursts of thunder. It was a rather banal affair, very commonplace When I finally lost my virginity, down under.
To Sydney. All the way down under.
And by the morning, I was in Sydney. The first thing that hit me was the weather. It was still a hot July day in Singapore when I had boarded the flight. But July was winter in Australia. And the temperature that confronted me in Sydney was in the early teens, hovering around the 13C mark. And the wind was gushing strong gales on my face, and I knew then that the dealing with the winter was going to be my biggest challenge.
I had already booked a dorm bed in the Mad monkey backpackers hostel, located in the backpacker alleys of Kings Cross. A ticket on the inner west and South line, took me straight from the Terminal 2 in the airport, to Kings Cross. And at 9 am on a Friday morning, I found myself almost in an after-party.
Mad monkey is notorious for being a party hostel. I have nothing against party hostels, but lets just say that my days of partying were slowly dying down. But the scene that greeted me was of people who were just finishing their night-long beer-pong game, and slowly climbing into their dorm-beds.
I took the cue. And slept for a little bit too.
Woke up in the afternoon and went around the kings cross area, all excited to see what Sydney was all about. I knew where I was going to end up, because after all, the road I took was called Cathedral road.
And true enough, just 15 minutes into my walk, past all the skyscrapers, after runners, and busy people everywhere, I walked into the St. Mary’s cathedral. (Funny, the cathedral road finally led into the St. Mary’s road).
Well, to call it just St. Mary’s Cathedral, is an over-simplification. That is the colloquial name. The actual name would be ‘The Cathedral church and minor basilica of the immaculate mother of God, Help of Christians‘. No kidding!
The cathedral itself has the greatest length of any church in Australia. And at the entrance, I found a statue of St. Mary of the cross. And inside, the most eye-catching things were the stained glasses. There are plenty of pictorial windows throughout the cathedral, all leading to a glorious pipe organ.
Note: I did not take any pictures inside the cathedral, because of some cathedral session which was in progress. Only pictures from the outside.
As the sun slowly began to go down under (pun unintended), I decided to bid adieu to St. Mary, and head back to the mad monkey hostel. Friday night had just begun and it was in full swing. The beers were out in the hostel floor, and somebody was arranging the beer-pong table, which I knew would stay there till the early hours of the morning. I decided to catch some sleep instead. Only to go inside my dorm, and hear the muffled noises in one of the beds, a clear indication that some couple had decided to have sex. Can’t blame them. I mean, it was only 7 PM. Who in their right mind would go to sleep at that time?!
And that’s how/when I went back to the beer-pong tables.