Day 2: "You've gotta bit of en eccent..."

Today marks the completion of 1/100th of my stay here in Sydney, so I've vowed to make the other 99 percent more eventful. This will, hopefully, make these posts more interesting. You're welcome.


I've begun making friends around the guest house, all of whom have made note of my strange take on the English language. Yeah, look who's talking, Larry. Everybody's been nice so far though. As far as I can tell, I'm one of the few young people living here, which will come in handy should I have to battle for bathroom rights. I may talk funny, but I reckon I can take most of these old guys in a footrace.

I spent most of the day walking around town, taking in Cronulla -a suburb of Sydney- about 20 miles south of the Opera House, and 42 Wallaby Way. The guest house is a five minute walk from the ocean, and a walkway follows the coast for miles in each direction, which is where I spent much of my time. Along the way are countless public parks and in a few places, they've constructed public pools that are filled by the high tide. Even more shocking was that people were actually swimming in them, joined by various seabirds, not a bottle of hand sanitizer in sight. The birds here are much more vocal than any back home, so when they gather in the trees in the evening, the sound is tremendous. Some of them have pretty colors though, so I guess I'll let the noise slide.

The weather was a bit warmer today and the sun finally appeared, which was a nice change from the clouds. I'd hoped that by some hemisphere-acle that the days wouldn't be shortened by the winter, but alas, it's pitch black by 17:30 (they use the metric system for time down here...). It's still fairly cold, but the caretaker gave me another blanket, so I think I'll live to see another morning.

Tomorrow I have my first three dives of the trip, so I'd best be getting to bed. My days will usually be starting around 6 AM, which kinda breaks my heart. But considering I'm not waking up to the Mojave Desert, I don't mind all that much.

Yours in Early Rising,
Robert