I took a walk to the tram stop. The tram was a little ahead of me and I found myself sprinting to catch it. I got back to the house and packed the last of my things, took a shower, shave etc. before realising how short of time I was. My panicked final actions and a handshake goodbye to one of my house mates Chris and I was again jogging; this time with about 20kgs of stuff attached to my body. Again I got on the tram just as it was pulling away. I then waddled as fast as I could toward the bus stop for the airport... and as luck would have it - walked on this bus around 1minute before it left. At last I was on the way to the airport. I checked in with 6 minutes left to go then went and sat in the departure lounge with a room full of Samoan athletes. 
I dropped my backpack off at my hostel (for the record, the first backpackers I'd had to stay at for 7½ weeks - not bad I reckon!) and then munched up some pavement as I took my customary city orientation adventure. I've always wanted to visit the Opera House since being a child so it was cool to finally see it in all it's sundrenched glory.
I then chilled out in the sunshine around the harbour and in the shadows of the huge Sydney Harbour Bridge before the days travels took their toll and had me asleep by 9pm!
The following day Flea rolled into town with her friend from back home. I met up with them in the afternoon and showed them pretty much what I saw the previous day. We finished off our introductory Sydney days eating Italian in the harbour and sipping on Wine as the sun went down.
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