Sun and Surf

We pulled up to the Edmonton International Airport Tuesday morning courtesy of Josh Noble, and it was almost difficult to do, as the weather could almost have been described as "balmy." Rianne Nicolai and Kathryn Johannesen were checking in at the same time, though they were headed east to London as Jordache and I headed west to Sydney. Our flights was supposed to leave at 1:30 PM, but a two hour delay meant we had to practice our laissez faire attitude earlier than we had planned to. Our seven hour lay-over in San Francisco turned into a five-hour one, and at 10:30 PM we were headed over the Pacific on our 13 hour 47 minute flight.

Jordache and I arrived 8:00 AM yesterday in Sydney - so Thursday, as we are now in the future, eighteen hours in the future to be exact. After approximately 25 hours of travel, we pulled into the Bondi Junction bus stop where we met our cousin Kyle Mywaart who has been here for a week and a half already. With enough sleep to presumably get us through the day, we dropped off our bags at Kyle's hostel and hit the beach. After a few hours tackling the waves on Bondi Beach, we grabbed some pizza and picked up some groceries. Kyle is keeping a close eye on the budget, so we allowed him to point us towards the cheapest necessities.

We dropped off our groceries, grabbed some boogie boards and hit the beach again. After a few more hours, we now know why surfers and boarders call them "rash shirts." Our chests were rubbed raw, and sea water didn't exactly soothe the open sores. We got back to the hostel, burnt and bleeding, and crashed in our beds at 9 after a long day. Today was another packed day with sightseeing all over Sydney, but I will save those stories for the next post.