The next morning I strolled around for a few hours, feeling like a king, most likely thanks to the sleep I got. I grabbed a Flu Shot Smoothie for breakkie, and walking around this beautiful city to the outstanding soundtrack my mp3-player randomly made up for me gave the morning a nice start. Sydney’s alright, I thought to myself, while browsing through stores looking at things I could neither afford nor fit in my backpack. Jett had told me that my hostel was not all that good compared to a lot of other ones, so the next day I checked out.
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