I’ll be honest with you, I thought being jet lagged was a myth. I thought that it was an excuse for people who are just tired and can never sleep on a plane. But as I’m sitting here in the hostel on the almost discoloured mustard yellow sofa sitting next to a guy who has literally fallen asleep with the music blaring. I think that jet lag is an actual real thing.
We have been in Sydney two days now, and I am seriously struggling to stay awake. Luke woke up at 3am this morning feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed but now at 10:30am he has crashed. How the heck do you cope with this eleven hour time difference? We purposely stayed out late last night, so we wouldn’t be as tired. But as I woke up at 7am this morning, I am starting to feel the tiredness creeping up on me. I’m counting down the hours until I can go to bed in that stuffy hostel room.
Sydney so far, is very much like London. I didn’t realise how much of a young scene it has inhabited. The hostel where we are staying is next door to a night club called ‘scary canary’ and at 1am last night I was awoken by a young girl shouting in the corridor. It was obviously a feud between her and her boyfriend after she was chatting to some other guy. Not something I’m interested in at 1am, although it might have been if it was midday-ish (but that’s just because I’m a nosey cow).
Yesterday we spent the day hanging out around Sydney Darling harbour and ate lunch in place called; ‘Healthy burger place’. Which had gluten free chicken burgers.. FINALLY! We later came back for a nap and then were awoken by our new room mates, who all seem so lovely. There were two girl best friends from Norwich, a guy from Scotland and a dude from Sweden. For dinner we ventured into China town, a place I have never visited, not even in Birmingham. (partly because I hate Chinese food and that most of the stuff is either meat or contains gluten). I sat and drank anyway watching the rest of our newly formed gang gorge on the Chinese styled food with their chopsticks. I later ended up in McDonalds munching on the very salted chips, happy to finally get some food in my belly… and then finally to bed.
I’m sat writing this desperately trying to keep my eyes open and stopping myself from venturing up stairs to the over warm and slightly cramped room. I have no idea what we will be doing today as between myself and Luke we can never make up our minds.