Let's work on the tan later eh?

What's this? Irish winter (or any season really) in Australia! Flipflops aside, Sydney welcomed us with chilly weather and rain. And not the few silly drops here and there, this was hardcore left-to-right break-your-umbrella style Irish rainfall! Therefore, we tried to come up with various indoor activities: we spent a lot of time watching tennis (Australian open), hung out in museums, went to the movies etc. We also went to see a comedian called Akmal Saleh in the famous opera house and laughed until we peed in our pants.

The tragicomic part of our stay was the manager of our hostel. Apparently he had just recently got dumped by his girlfriend and this terrible ordeal had turned the man into some sort of a psychopath. I felt sorry for the guy in the beginning, but when he had finished his 877th Rebecca-related story, I was ready to call the lady myself and ask for reconciliation. He also started to react with swearwords to any request we had. "Could we have our stuff back from the safe?" - "NO! Sh*t. Do you really have to? F*uck." Dear Rebecca, please take this man back to your life. Or at least refer him to a good shrink.