For an insane 17 hours (yeah, you read that right), I was in Sydney’s Oxford Street where the parade took place. I’ve never attended a Mardi Gras or Gay Pride event but I can definitely understand why Sydney’s is one of the largest and best in the world.
But I’m getting ahead of myself–let’s rewind a week.
Not even an hour after I stepped out of the Sydney International Airport did I, along with other Americans, experience our first anti-US experience. It was purely miscommunication that happened between us and the shuttle driver and it ended up in a “you Americans never listen” lecture. I took it as a kind of battle wound or medal of honor for “fastest time in pissing off an Aussie.”
After the driver grumbly dropped us off our units (that’s apartments for you Americans), I settled in and met my new flat mates: Stephen from Ohio, Vincent from France and Jenny from Sweden. We’re good for each other.
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