Trip Start Sep 26, 2006
77Trip End Jul 29, 2007
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Christmas Day. Merry Christmas. Did literally sod all. Just what I needed this year.
After a very quiet few days, Caroline arrived today, and the pre-New Year boozing began! Out until 4AM with some of Caroline's ex-Sugar mates in Woolamooloo and then Oxford Street. Adam is hilarious, and when he left us at about 3AM I received the shock of my life when he kissed me full on the lips as he left. Well, this trip was supposed to be about new experiences, but that's ridiculous.
Caroline is in Australia for a wedding in Melbourne, and a bunch of the guests are coming to Sydney for NYE
Sydney - New Year's Eve
You've probably all seen TV pictures of Sydney Harbour's New Year's Eve celebrations, and you know they're pretty spectacular, but nothing quite prepares you for the reality. The Harbour is one of the most scenic cityscapes in the world anyway, add in the fact that this year was the 75th anniversary of the Harbour Bridge so they pulled out all the stops, and then add in a perfect grandstand seat, and this became a New Year that will stick in the memory for me for a very long time. We were lucky enough to have tickets for the Opera Bar, which sits just underneath the Opera House and directly opposite the Bridge. Its easily one of the best views as we could see the entire harbour, the Bridge and the Opera House itself, plus ticket numbers were limited so we weren't crushed, and most important of all of course, we had a bar and lots of booze which the less fortunate souls around the harbour weren't really allowed. I guess some of the mega rich folks in the penthouse apartments on Circular Quay may have had a better view, but I bet they didn't have a better time.
After the fireworks spectacular (and an earlier display for the kids at 9PM) we danced the night away
After we were kicked out at around 2.30 we all split off into little groups (mainly because a bunch of them were talking about a house party over the river, which I didn't fancy much as travelling in Sydney on NYE is a pain in the arse). I wandered off with David, a Scouse (-ish) film producer, actor and serial blagger into dodgy clubs. We staggered from one club to another up George Street, and despite admission charges in all of them, he blagged us into to the lot, it was pretty impressive in a bleary-eyed, increasingly pissed-up way. We finally staggered out of our last club at about 7.30AM in seedy King's Cross. Great, great night.