Sydney, Day One.

I'm in Sydney at last. The journey seemed infinite, endless really. I'm very happy and excited. Dead tired, but glad. Everybody here speaks so nicely. All the troubles I had a few days ago in Milan seem to have disappeared. Gone. It feels like a long time ago.

I didn't say anything about the nightmare that was last week.

I took the first exam alright. The second one was really hard and I'm not sure I passed it. I hope I have otherwise all the effort I had put into writing the thesis properly becomes absolutely worthless. I presented the final paper to my professor who was positively surprised and praised my job (!!!??). He said I should expect 3 or 4 points for it (out of 4). Jawdropped. The graphs must have made an impression...

Hence it all comes down to that damned exam I had on Wednesday. If the bastard hasn't flunked me, then I've graduated.

Anyway, the city looks really nice. I saw the Opera House from the airplane just before landing. That was so cool. Now it's showering. Nice way to say "Welcome!". I'm in an internet cafe in Oxford Street, near Hyde Park, which happens to be The gayest spot in town. I just noticed a very cute mate walking down the street who winked at me. Obviously I immediately winked back and turned around to see if he was looking back. He did, if you're interested. :)

The rain just stopped. The wind has not. I'm going to check three flats out this afternoon. I'm starting to feel rather jetlagged. My legs hurt and are sore. I haven't found a properly drawn map which includes all bus lines so I have to walk, which is fine cos I get to see the city, but it's really tiring as Sydney is impressively large. Pelting with rain again.

I'll ask this nice sir here where I can find something interesting. Alternatively there are a few dildo shops whose owners seem to be very keen on talking and giving directions to a lost mate. Haha.

I've received mail from Finland - which made me very happy - and from Italy - which makes me think whether time has suddenly dilated and people already start missing my exquisite being.

I know I should be all happy and cheerful and blahblahblah - which I am!!!! - but I can't help thinking today is 9/11. I'm walking around these high skycrapers and feeling a bit quirky and creepy. Wonder what it must feel like for those who lost someone five years ago.

Enough with negative thoughts. Let's talk a little about my hostel, which is the most freezing one I've ever lodged in. There are no windows, just holes in the walls with a net against flies and mosquitoes. The Japanese guy who seems to have been living there for a while said they never installed them. But I'm not sure cos I doubt my listening skills when it comes to uneducated foreigners. Yes, I'm a jerk.

I'm off to don't-know-where.

Later.