Sydney

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To go to Sydney from North America, some might say an average transit takes 30h by plane, including at least one or two stop-over for a few hours to allow you to bring the circulation back to your legs and for them to fill the different planes’ fuel tanks. If this average is correct, it would mean that someone was able to cross these 16,026 km in less than 2h, because our trip to Oceania took us 58h… As we recently learned, it seems that New York JFK’s airport doesn’t tolerate well rain on its landing strips. As a result: A 4 hr-delay on our first flight and cancellation of every following connection. I’m siiiiiiiiiiinging in the rain…

So we arrived in Sydney quite dishevelled, but in a surprising good mood, largely due to Virgin Australia’s EXCELLENT service and to its lounge atmosphere that would have Montreal’s most hip night-clubs blushing with envy. Who would have thought that a concert lighting system and Daft Punk’s mesmerizing rhythms would be at home in a Boeing 747… All that, paired with a console allowing documentary screenings on various topics and chatting with any other seat in the plane, made the 15h flight seems shorter than the 6h one to L.A.

Our first impression of the place? A priori, it was difficult for us to realize we were not on the west coast of the United States any more… Differences were there, but subtle enough to evade us the first days. Little things, like the fact that Burger Kings are called Hungry Jacks here (probably to avoid treading on the British royalty, I didn’t see any Dairy Queen either…) and that Interac is replaced by an unpronounceable Eftposs packed our daily routine with exotism. There are some more obvious things like the constant fear of driving a car that legally should stay on the left lane at all times, but systematically refuses to do so. Joke aside; it’s like learning to drive all over again from the start. Distances are weird. Rear-view mirrors are not where they should be and when you want to signal to change lane, the wipers act like crazy. All this require an unexpected concentration. I just came back from my first drive from downtown Sydney to the suburb where we stay and I’m totally exhausted. This being said, I’m going at once to crash on the nearest couch, making sure I sit on the right side of it.

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