Last Day in Sydney 22/09/2012

My night train to Surfers Paradise left Central at 4pm, so I had half a day left in Sydney. My last night at the hostel was better as far as the coughing, sneezing, and sniffing were concerned and worse because the French folks were very noisy when they got home drunk. On the upside, they were too drunk for sex, too.

It was another one of those sick days that I would have loved to spend in bed, but since I had to check out, I went to Bondi Beach instead, trying to cure the cold with sea breeze and sunshine, and maybe get a little bit of tan on my vampire-pale legs in the process. I’m one of about three people on the beach who are pale, everyone else looks super tan and, again, super fit. Those who aren’t surfing are running, swimming, doing Yoga, working on strength with their personal trainer, or are throwing balls. Once I get rid of this cold, I’ll need to start working out again. Otherwise they might kick me out of their country…

The only area of bare skin I had forgotten to put sunscreen on were my feet, because I’ve never had sunburn on my feet. Until now. They were already turning red when I got on the train at 4pm. Over night, they have also swollen to double their normal size and they burn like hell. I’ve also got a spot of sunburn on my left thigh, which I don’t understand because I had sunscreen on my legs; and why is it only that spot and not the entire area?!

As I’m writing this, I am sitting on the beach in Surfers Paradise. It’s warm/humid enough for a bikini at 7.30am. Thank God it’s overcast, so there’s no direct sunshine on my feet, which I have covered in sunscreen just to be sure. The train ride was a bit of a nightmare because there was a screaming toddler in front of me who kept going for hours. In combination with my cold and a severe headache, I thought about jumping out of the window quite a bit. I hope that three days of beach vacation in Surfers are enough to get rid of this stupid cold for good.