After a crazy five months in Asia, I was sad to say goodbye but pretty excited for the next part of my travels which would take me straight to the land down under for some Aussie good times. I was pretty excited to be heading back to somewhere more western, I’d loved my time in Asia but I’d had my fill of dodgy toilets and humidity for a while and was ready for something new. I nearly didn’t make it to Australia when I was supposed to fly back at the end of May – I had applied for my work travel visa about three weeks beforehand but for some reason it hadn’t dropped into my emails. Now most people I know have received theirs in a matter of hours or just days, I don’t even know anyone whose application for a work travel visa has taken the full week to come back. So as you can imagine, I started to be a bit concerned when it hadn’t dropped in after a week, but thought I’d give it another week to be safe as my internet was so unreliable in Cambodia.
By the time I reached Thailand, a week before I was due to fly, it still hadn’t arrived and I was starting to worry so I contacted the embassy by email and by phone to check up on it. Cue a week of frustrating, panicked emails and phone calls as I try to establish what the hell has happened to my application. Long story short, I think my application must have slipped through the system because it was finally approved just six hours before I was due to fly – I was actually about to move my flight because I didn’t think I would make it. By this point I think I had already convinced myself I wouldn’t make it to Australia before my birthday, I had accepted I would be staying in Thailand for a bit longer – so you can imagine how ecstatic I was to finally get it through! I was crazy excited to be moving to a new continent to start my new Aussie adventure and breezed through the airport with the biggest smile on my face. I couldn’t even sleep on the nine hour flight, I just stayed up buzzing with excitement and enjoying having three seats to lay across while I watched movies for the first time in six months!After my long flight and arriving in Sydney, I was a dizzy mess of sleep deprivation and felt terrible – I stumbled through the airport and collected my bag then headed on the train to Central where Wake Up Hostel was waiting for me. I chose the hostel after lots of great recommendations from friends who had stayed there when they travelled through and wasn’t disappointed. It’s a great hostel, although very expensive for a night at $37, while you do appreciate paying for a really clean and well-run hostel that is dead centre of Sydney, you can’t help but resent paying so much and having to pay an extra $15 a week for wifi which isn’t always reliable. Despite this, the hostel has a great social life and lots of events on every single day and night to encourage people to make friends and mix with each other – in my time there I took part in a walk around VIVID, a light show that brought the city to life at night, which was great and helped me to meet lots of new friends. The evenings saw pool competitions, wine and cheese nights, beer pong tournaments and much more filling up Side Bar, which lay below the hostel. It was great, but I have to say I did feel the hostel was missing just a nice chill out room with sofas for those who didn’t want to sit in the kitchen or reception. Plus, it had a hell of a lot of rules for someone who had just spent five months in Asia where the only rule is there is no rules!
Despite this, I have to say, I stayed in the hostel for a month when I first arrived in Sydney – I had a great time there and made lots of friends I’m still in contact with now, and really enjoyed myself. Sydney was just what the doctor ordered, walking out of the hostel after some sleep was a pretty strange experience. All these skyscrapers and glossy shops were a far cry from the dusty roads and street markets of Asia, but a welcome change. Sydney really is a beautiful city and despite not being much of a city girl, I loved it there – I loved how much effort had been put into the tiniest details, how clean it was, how calm a city it was. It was just lovely and never felt so big it was going to swallow you up, other cities like London or New York have a habit of being quite overwhelming but Sydney was just right. Staying in central was amazing because everything was right on my doorstep and I found myself flitting between days at the beaches of Bondi and Manly, to nights in Surry Hills and Newtown – but more about that in posts to come. For now, just enjoy some of my first pics captured in the city – and the moment I first laid eyes on the Royal Opera House and Harbour Bridge, less than 24 hours after being convinced I was stuck in Bangkok. Trust me, it was a pretty surreal first day there…
Have you been to Sydney – what were your first impressions of the city? Any other hostel recommendations for me – or what did you think of Wake Up Hostel?