Flying over the rainbow…
Random meetings. Sharing random facts and experiences, just because at that corner you asked him/her rather than someone else, you took the train at that exact time, neither just before nor later. From Italy to Australia: the flight. The hostel. After that, discovering surprising connections it’s a short step….
First episode of my epic journey to Australia. I land in Sydney on 8th September evening, more than 1 day after the take-off, two amazing Emirates flights after. The first one was a semi-empty Boeing 777: I had my personal 3-seats row! Stopover in the luxurious Dubai airport, among fountains, waterfalls, white-dressed emirs and… expensive bills. Here I spend my first 13 AEDs for a small bottle of water! Dubai airport is famous for its facilities: an outdoor swimming pool, gym, natural gardens, cinemas, restaurants, a 5-stars hotel… its duty-free store is the biggest in the world.
On the second flight, from Dubai to Sydney, I am sitting between Mathias, a blond German boy from Munich, traveling for his working holiday in Australia, and Ameena, student from Dubai. Mathias is really young and naive. When he asks me what he should write in the “usual occupation” field, I’d like to hug him: – You can write anything for now. Nothing has already became “usual” in your life! -. Mathias is afraid of everything, but he’s always the first one to see and take pics of the rainbows over the wing. Ameena, in her 20s, is definitely smarter: she’s traveling for her master’s degree to Singapore and Australia, and tells me about her months in Italia, teaching English and learning Italian.
Welcome to Australia!
I land in Sydney, I take the shuttle AirLink, and the first thing I notice is a nice blue-eyed backpacker. I get off at my stop, he stays on the bus: another interesting meeting missed… in my mind. My room is booked at Sydney Harbor YHA: the view on Sydney Bay at night is simply gorgeous! Cheap, clean and very comfortable, this YHA also can offer guests a stunning rooftop.
The instructions to get to the hostel are very clear, but the point is… I don’t know where I am :-). I ask a nice couple sitting on a bench if that one was really Alfred Street. And they are so kind… they will bring me to the hostel, and Dominic will carry my luggage to the reception, while Trisha is telling me about their daughter, who is on vacation on Como Lake. For any issue Dominic gives me his business card with his contacts: that’s how I learn that a barrister is a lawyer!
I get to the hostel, where they change my room at the very last minute, switching from a 6-people room to a 4-people one. I enter the room. A Spanish from Pamplona and the boy from the shuttle, an Irish engineer from the county of Sligo, are chatting…