Where do I even begin? It’s been three long years since I last took a trip longer than a weekend jaunt that involved a flight. At the beginning of June, I took a trip to Hawaii with Mac. Look for a blog recap of that trip soon. The last adventure, prior to Hawaii, was an adventure to Australia to visit Trev and Kayla. It’s only fitting that as I near the end of my 20s, I re-visit Oz– the destination that launched my wanderlust in my early 20s.
First visit to Sydney, circa 2013
As I sit here writing in Sydney, I reflect on how this is my third trip to the land down under. It’s one of the most spontaneous decisions I’ve made in regards to travelling. Four days before my flight, I bought my ticket, with the subsequent days used to work, pack and get travel ready. I wish I could say that I came due to better circumstances, however, that was not the case. What catapulted such a spontaneous decision was a medical emergency involving my best friend, Kayla. The week leading to the decision to fly down was a difficult one — yet it’s one that I won’t ever regret. Some people may not understand this decision and point to it being an expensive and incredibly spontaneous decision in which there wasn’t much in the way of plans to visit for long. To that, I say if you’re in a position to do something like this, why not do it?? You can always make money back, what you can’t have back is time, experience and memories with loved ones should something happen to them. I’m incredibly happy to report that Miss Kayla is getting better every day!
This scare did come with some silver linings (besides the fact that I’m travelling Australia again). Nat, Kayla and I are long time best friends from highschool. The last time we were all in one country together was six years ago. Due to this scare, Nat and I spontaneously decided to fly out and -with the help of Kayla’s partner, Kayle- surprise Kayla. As a result, the three of us were all finally together in one time zone.
Obnoxious cows reunited! Six years later.
Kayla. More excited to meet Harold, the Rehab Owl than she was when I surprised her 😂
Nat had four days in Australia while I had six full days. While Nat was here, we re-visited the Sydney Opera House and Bondi Beach, as well as binge watched all eight movies of Harry Potter. Our day usually consisted of hanging out in the morning at the apartment, leaving for an adventure and coming back to hang out and allow gimpy some resting time.
A little bit older, a little bit wiser. Sydney Opera House, circa 2019.
Kayla and Nat
Bondi Beach during the winter.
The closest I got to any of the stray cats in Sydney. Located at Bondi.
Ice Breaker at Bondi.
With each passing day, Kayla was slowly but surely recovering. Her walks which began as short and less than 30 minute exercises became a couple hours of being out and about. From being able to barely eat at the beginning of the week to being somewhat hangry near the end, it’s all improving. As a surprising result of this, we were able to visit quite a few different areas of town: Sydney’s Central Business District, Chinatown, Surry Hills and Newtown. You best believe I made my way around the various excellent cafes . We had a couple of wonderful brunches and I was able to feed my caffeine addiction to the best coffees that Sydney had to offer.
Coffee and Brunch at Single O in Sydney’s CBD.
One of Kayla and Kayle’s go to spots at Bondi Beach, Porch and Parlour.
Mushroom Gnocchi for brunch at Porch and Parlour. I let gimpy have the last braised beef gnocchi.
The day after Nat left for home, Kayla and I wandered around Chinatown, Haymarket, Newtown and the Green Square library, resuming our wanders and cafe hopping. Coming back and revisiting all these locations, I was reminded of my travel to Oz the very first time. However, this time, I was no longer a fresh faced college grad, but instead a (somewhat 😂) mature traveller.
Reuben Hills. One of my favourite cafes in Sydney.
Green Square Library
The various game consoles they lend out at the library.
Brewtown in Newtown.
My first lemon meringue cronut experience. Verdict: delicious! Would recommend.
With one day left down under, the plan is to check out the market and Bastille days occurring at the Rocks. From there all that’s left is a 14 hour flight and 12,000 plus kms to home. This trip has been an incredible reminder in the fragility and delicate nature that is life. It’s been a reminder to truly cherish the moments and the people that are in your life, because really, you never know what each day may bring. I suppose things do happen for a reason.