Sydney to Auckland

I'm leaving Sydney and I didn't have a good time. I slept too late, didn't get around much, saw little more than George Street. I didn't climb the bridge or see a performance in the Opera House. I met few people and didn't have a good time. I didn't have a good time. But it's my fault.

It's not that I don't like Sydney. It's not Delhi, not at all. But I just couldn't drag my sorry arse out of bed in the mornings. Maybe it's just because it's wintertime here. Maybe it's because most tourist leaflets I saw were advertising bungee jumps or skydives and few mentioned Sydney's history. I like history, after all.

I'm too far from home to have regrets about what I haven't got to see. I will do more over the next few days in Auckland. I will. I will!