Zelma’s Trip

In the morning I sorted myself out and packed my things.  Iris made me a lovely lunch before Carol arrived to drive me to the airport.  The Goodbyes at the airport were really sad and I wanted to take everyone with me in my suitcase.  I had not managed to get hold of the person I was meeting in Sydney and checked my emails at the airport.  Thankfully Matt appeared to be super organised for once and had not only emailed me saying that he was arriving in Sydney the following day but had also booked a place for me for the first night.

Although the flight was slightly delayed, only by about fifteen minutes or so, it otherwise passed without incident and I landed safely in Sydney.  As soon as I got out of the plane I was very aware of the fact that World Youth was happening with young Catholics everywhere.  I managed to battle passed the rowdy Catholics in their matching World Youth Day backpacks and got a train to the Kings’ Cross part of the city where I was staying.  Having checked into D*lux hostel, which wasn’t too deluxe but turned out to be bustling and fun, I went and called Matt.  Having successfully managed to wake him up before his early flight I headed to my room and had an early night.

The next day Matt checked the room I had told him I was in at the hostel and apparently looked at a lot of girls’ heads in beds, none of which were mine.  It was actually a mistake by the hostel and not me for once with the mix up of room numbers.  When I got up I went down to reception and found Matt.  We pottered around for the day, got some lunch and had a few beers on the roof-top terrace.  In the evening there was a poker night which I got bored with quickly before going all in on the most ridiculous hand.  We spent the night at the hostel drinking and talking to other residents as well as playing the obligatory whist and other games.