Down under the Sydney sun
I'm not sure what kind of expectations I had before going to Australia. I wasn't picturing the stereotypical image of kangaroos bounding across dry, red outback, but I certainly wasn't anticipating the multicultural metropolis that I found Sydney to be either. All I know is that it exceeded them all.
I'd move to Sydney in a heartbeat. It's clean and diverse with beautiful beaches and weather. The locals (many of them also beautiful) speak English and are more than friendly. There's only one problem: Australia is in a world of its own. I think travel writer Bill Bryson said it best in his New York Times bestseller "In A Sunburned Country" (which I highly recommend if you want an entertaining read on the continent):
"Once you leave Australia, Australia ceases to be. What a strange, sad thought that is. I can understand it, of course. Australia is mostly empty and a long way away. Its population is small and its role in the world consequently peripheral...It is stable and peaceful and good. It doesn't need watching, and so we don't. But I will tell you this: this loss is entirely ours. You see, Australia is an interesting place. It truly is."
The day I arrived in Sydney, Christmas morning, I left my phone in a taxi on the way to our hotel (I miraculously got it back a week later thanks to a stranger's kind efforts). More than 8,400 miles away, plus a 17-hour time difference, minus my primary means of communication, I was feeling pretty darn disconnected.
In a way, it was quite liberating. With a news job that requires me to be in-the-know and connected 24/7, it felt nice to take a break from social media chatter and screens and to just enjoy the strange, new world around me. Surrounded by blue coastline and warm, tan faces, you soon forget everything beyond remembering to put on more sunscreen—and you'd best not forget that. Australians use the phrase "no worries" as a response to just about anything, and it's probably because they have none.
Besides being a lover of all things summertime, I think the reason I felt so immediately at home in Sydney is because of it's a perfect mix of familiar and foreign. Australia is probably the country most comparable to the U.S. in terms of culture, but has just enough British influence to remind you that you're on a different continent.
I visited Sydney at the peak of its tourism season, when tens of thousands of foreigners flock to the city to be one of the first in the world to celebrate the new year. An estimated 1.4 million people gathered to watch the fireworks around the harbor. Aafterward I could see why: it was spectacular.
One week later, I left Sydney sunburned and yearning for more. Here was this massive continent that took hours and hours to get to, and I was leaving after only visiting one city. It's as if you went to the U.S. and only visited NYC. Oh well, now with six out of seven continents crossed off my bucket list, one day I'll return to this lovely place and discover more of what the Land Down Under has to offer.