the faces of sydney
The flight attendant, reaching across to adjust the digital tint of my window. It surely perked me up. And it was a relief for more reasons than one.
I was pretty sure egg’s benedict and cups of flat white were just the welcoming band to this epicurean escapade. Don’t get me started on emu pizza and kangaroo steak.
The view from our balcony is at eye level with the clouds looming over the harbour. The cheery faces were nowhere to be found. The damp air and chilly wind brought out the dark side of the city–It was foreboding, it was beautiful.
Dear Bjork, I wish you were here.
Few days before the trip, I was thronging information about this destination to the point of vomiting by mere sight of anything Aussie. Yes, including Kylie Minogue.
To sum-up what I read, Australia in a nutshell is a huge subcontinent filled with the craziest NOPES in the history of this planet. Try googling “weirdest animals in…” and the search engine will finish the sentence for you.
Perhaps when Noah hoarded the pairs of reptiles he thought they were dangerous so he sent them all down under. Including the snakes that can eat everything, from giant bats to full grown adult wallabies.
Australia got animals found nowhere else in this universe. As if when evolution happened, they misread the memo, because they were too drunk. What else?
While surfing the net in our hotel, a headline popped-in my feed “It was raining spiders in Australia” Why not butterflies? Or fairy dusts? Or unicorn poop? Why of all things, spiders?
THAT’S IT! I raised my two middle fingers and was ready to walk out towards the Pacific Ocean mindlessly chanting NOPE-NOPE-NOPE-NOPE-FUCK! Fuck I can’t go to their open waters, I totally forgot about the infamous shark attacks.