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Friday, February 03, 2006
` Friday, February 03, 2006
Touched down in Sydney on Tuesday. Spent almost the entire day sitting on the plane watching movies so forgettable that at this moment, I can't even recall the titles, with the exception of a CSI episode starring the ever-charismatic Grissom. *Drool*. Don't ask me why I find him so appealingly desirable, despite spotting a super grizzly beard. *Super-drool*.
Now that it's starting to visualise in my head, I had attempted to watch the much-hyped Korean movie April Snow starring the Harry Potter deadringer aka Bae Yong Jun and I-dunno-what-her-name-is-but-they-all-look-the-same-actress. Fifteen minutes later, I was absolutely convinced that I don't have the patience, nor do I want to stick toothpicks into my eyes to finish a mega-melodramatic show like this. The pacing was sooooo slow that by the time my drool was threatening to spill over my chin, the leads were still throwing extended chaste glances at each other. The much anticipated (and probably the only reason why there's an audience for this) culmination of their lust happened to be conveniently censored by my favourite airline. What a waste of my precious fast-forwarding time.
I wasn't prepared mentally nor physically for the waft of high humidity that overwhelmed my senses upon stepping out of the Sydney international airport. Hot! Just like back home! Thankfully, the hotel I'm putting up in for the next 2 weeks is a real gem, situated in the touristy but picturesque Rocks area and just a 5 minutes walk to the office on George Street.
What I didn't realise was how a 3 hours timezone difference would make such a huge impact on my body clock on the first 2 nights. It was a real nightmare trying to get out of bed even though I snoozed on average 8-10 hours on a daily basis. Talk about getting absolutely knocked out.
What was worse was that I started developing a rather major bout of eczema just yesterday. My colleague got bitten by mosquitoes on Wednesday and till today, the bumps were still swelling into 50-cent coin sizes. The pharmacist gave me a mild heart attack when she prescribed hay fever medication for my condition, but later explained that it was similar to an anti-histamine, which would help to ease the itching.
That sums up my not-so-pleasant Sydney experience for now. The shopping preview done at the Pitt Street Mall on Thursday evening turned out several potential purchases and the local manager took us to Bungalow 8, a chillout bar at the King's Street Wharf which had a fantastic waterfront view. Nice. Although it would definitely be better if I hadn't gotten the damn itch which made me feel like a restrained monkey in the office for the past 3 days. ARGH.
On to the Blue Mountains tomorrow. Will be posting pictures once I get the damn picture upload thing to work properly.