A few days in Sydney

The next day I woke up without a hangover so Tom, Smithy and I went for a walk around the botanical gardens and to see the opera house. When we got to the opera house a film crew were setting up for the Australians dot talent final. We watched one guy practice his song (Sex is on fire by the Kings of Leon) and walked back. On the way back through the botanical gardens we say loads of bats hanging in the trees and loads of cool birds. That evening we went over to the kanga House for a few drinks with our new mates and a few guys we had played football with the day before offered did we want to go to a house party in an area not far from central station. When we got there it was more of a gathering of friends all of which were Swedish. We only ended up staying about half and hour and headed back to Kings Cross to go on to a pub. Tom went home so Smithy and went to a little pub, had a two pints and headed back to the hostel. Went straight to bed when we got back.
Smithy had managed to get us a fruit picking placement in Young. Young is a little town of about 12,000 people about 400 kilometres inland from Sydney which we planned to head to two days later. Knowing this Tom and I got up early and went for a walk around Sydney to see the sights. The weather wasn’t great but the banter was in full flow. A lady that we where stood next to at a pedestrian crossing asked did what we where we looking for. We planned to get cheap T-Shirt because we assumed fruit picking would be a messy business. She recommended if we wanted to get cheap clothes we should go to a part of the city that was the opposite from where we were. Tom said we should walk because it was a nice day and that way we would get to see more of the city. We walked through some of the cities parks and through china town. When we got to the market area it was teeming with activity. Lots of street performers were out as it was the weekend. Beat boxers, people playing the drums and even a Chinese man playing a traditional Chinese instrument that could only be described as a two string violin. We Wondered around the market looking for cheap T-shirts and even cheaper fruit. We found both, the T-shirts were about a £1 each and they were terrible. They must have been in fashion about ten or so more years ago. They were covered in luminous koala beers, kangaroos and wombats. We got a few oranges which were also really cheap and strolled back through china town the business district and back to the hostel. We chilled out for the rest of the day trying to catch up on my blog (Thanks to Cathy for the gentle shove).
That night we went to bed early because we had to get up about 6:30 to get the train to Cootamundra. This didn’t mean we got much sleep, two Irish guys from the hostel must have been determined to not let anyone get a good night sleep because they were up drinking until we left. They made one hell of a racket. When we got up to leave i spoke to one of the guys and he had told me that his mate was playing on the roof and had fallen off, he had broken his arm, cut is hand and split his thumb. There was blood all over the floor. Silly Irish boys.