Ah, the joys of jet lag
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So we arrived at the Funk House, which is in Kings Cross, the backpacker/ red light area of
We'd booked a twin/ double room, which was pretty small, with a set of bunk beds (double size on the bottom, single on top, a wall mounted TV and a small fridge with some shelves for smaller things like books and toiletries. We opted to use the top bunk to store out bags and make do as a wardrobe!
We arrived at about midnight, but the hostel was open, we got up to our room pretty quickly and realised that we should be going to bed, but the jetlag had smashed us.
For all we were wide awake at the wrong time, we managed to get some sleep, and woke up around , got something to eat near the hostel and headed into the city. For all that Kings Cross isn't exactly central, i.e., not right beside the Opera House or anything, it is a very quick train ride into the city, and I think we walked a few times too.
I'd been in Australia two years earlier with my parents so knew roughly were we were headed (just as well as we didn't think to take a guide book with us) and we spent a lovely day in the sun wandering around near the Opera House and the Harbour bridge, Darling Harbour and the Rocks, where the weekend Market was on, and we had to be very strict with ourselves not to buy lots of lovely bits and pieces, ranging from Aboriginal art to clothes and bags.
But alas, around about tiredness began to creep over us, so we made the most of being tired, headed back to the Funk House and hit the hay...