So apparently I really have not mastered the art of sleeping on planes. Nevertheless, I arrived bright-eyed and bushy tailed in the city of Finding Nemo to witness a gorgeous sunrise. Feeling ambitious on the total of around 5 hours sleep I'd had in the past 48 hours, I made my way down to the famed Sydney harbour having no idea quite how beautiful the place would be. After fortifying myself with an aussie breakfast from the appropriately-named G'day cafe I decided that I really had to get down to the opera house before I died of fatigue.
The trek from the other side of the harbour to the opera house took quite a bit longer than intended due to my baby-crawl pace and the fact that I found the most amazing botanical garden on the way. I got lost amongst these crazy tomb-stone-like sculptures and massive millenia-old trees and the friendliest birds you ever did meet.I finally got there and got some Aussies to take a picture of me which equally exhibits the state of exhaust I was in and my inability to make a forced smile. The opera house, if you are unaware is quite a feet of engineering and mathematics as well as the obvious artistry. I can't be bothered to find a link to the history of it all, but basically all the waves are based on one hemisphere. Despite having 6 hours until my next flight, I decided to head back to the airport as my mind was in a far too grumpy state to take in any more Sydney. This proved to be a wise and important decision, as upon my return I passed out for about an hour, woke up and started hallucinating for about fifteen minutes. Word to the wise - sleep is a rather important bodily function!
Final destination.
After another few hours, I arrived in Auckland, New Zealand to be greeted by the lovely Louise Breen, and driven to the home of sculpture artist, flower-child and all-round good guy - Nathan. Sleep came and went, and I explored my third city in as many days, before sleep took me again.Now the travelling ends, and the settling begins. Thanks for reading, chaps.
