Days one and two....or technically 3 and 4....

Okay so the trip started off well enough. I didn't get detained by customs, which was a little surprising given my history, and then actually made the flight. I've been reading Eat, Pray, Love which i deemed an appropriate book for my travels but was informed by our flight attendant it was an idiotic book because no one actually has the time to travel like that and not really work. It was an awkward few seconds when I smiled and nodded thinking that's exactly what we're doing. But anyway, after 28 hours of traveling and one emergency landing in Brisbane, we arrived in Sydney. Then we walked into our hostel to meet our "roomie" whose only english consists of "I Fanny." She comes home at 5:30 am and we're too scared to ask what she does all night. Anyway, because we had gone to bed at 7:30 pm we woke up bright and early at 6 and caught the ferry to Manly Beach, which reminds me alot of Coney Island because all of the old people. We are going apartment hunting later. At first we wanted a 2 bedroom place with a big kitchen and private bathrooms.....now our only requirement is that we can turn our room lights in the morning to get ready, because Fanny sleeps quite late, as you can imagine. Well that's a little taste of our first two days......only about 118 more to go.....