11.5 hours after leaving Byron Bay, and we're in Sydney. The bus journey wasn't so bad - mainly due to my inability to stay awake. The girl next to me, clearly craving conversation, pounced at one of the two stops we made on the way and wanted to chat about life working in hotels and bars. She didn't really pause for breath but when she did, the coffee/pie/redeye bus journey halitosis was unbearable. I went back to sleep mid conversation just to escape it. In Sydney my first objective is to find my hostel which, it transpires, is about a kilometre away. Dragging my case behind me, I made my way through Chinatown to reach the hostel, which is sandwiched in the perfect location between town and the harbour. I checked in and went to my
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