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over the past 2 days, and under no exaggeration, i've probably walked 20 miles. i'm at the point where i've traveresed the entire central sydney 4 fold and no longer need a map to get around. with bearings aligned, i decided to take a different walking path into town this morning and the natural polarity of my bloodline has me sitting in the middle of ktown @ a pc bang. (www.daum.net is the web browser homepage for christsake)...where in blazes did all these korean fobs come from ?

last night, i trekked out from kings cross going from bar to bar in hopes of finding a hip happening place to mingle with the locals. let's just say that i've been staring at boobs constantly since landing, keep in mind i've never been much of a boob person, however the sheer site of breasts and curves and actual weight on women was quite subconsciously arousing. damn asia! moving on, i made my way down to oxford street then george st where bar after bar aussies were getting smashed...they friggin love their piss and it's wildly evident on the street. somehow after pure blondes, vb's, toohey's and any other aussie beer i can't remember, i followed a long line going into cheers....my god, it was camel reincarnated! luckily...ami called.