Hanging out in the terminal with Ryan. If my memory serves me correct he'd gone out the night before and was a bit tired. I was tired too but solely due to terrible sleeping habits.
While waiting for out flight I realised i'd need something to read on the plane. We went to the bookstore with the hopes of finding something awesome like a tattoo magazine or even better a copy of Slam. All I could find was this issue of Frankie, which really didn't appeal to me but it was that or Inside Cricket (no real competition). Annoyingly we went to the Virgin store on the other side of the terminal after i'd bought this one and were confronted with a plethora of magazines. Moral of the story: if you're going to but a magazine at the airport go to the Virgin store.
We went to Bondi on Saturday for dinner but I could hardly eat on account of food poisoning. At least that's what i'm putting it down to. I refuse to believe people still spike drinks.
I was on a pretty steady diet of water and lemonade. Didn't stop me from puking out the front of Good God and looking like death personified though.
We also did the standard beach thing. I was feeling much better at this stage. I was able to eat chips!
We stayed with Ryan's dad and his wife in Edgecliffe. How's this for a view.
You're mexican restaurants may have given me food poisoning but you're alright Sydney. You gave me good clothes, good times and a really cool night club to add to my 'Adelaide needs a place like...' stories. Till next time New South Wales.
