had been a very long day. We got dropped on the main street as the taxi driver was unsure where our hostel was! It was a complete culture shock it has to be said. I think after spending 7 months in Asia it was quite a shock to see everything written in English for starters and the place being full of white people! We found the hostel and had woken up slightly after our snooze on the plane so thought we’d go for a drink before heading off to bed. We found a nice bar and had a couple of glasses of wine then headed back. It was a strange feeling seeing people falling out of bars, there were a lot of really loud drunk people around and I guess we just weren’t used to seeing that, it really was quite odd! I think that because we’d been so used the very flattering dress sense of Asian women to see some of the sights that we did was quite a shock. It was almost like walking down Deansgate on a Saturday night. I don’t think I was quite prepared for it and I really felt like I was going to miss that

wonderful Asian culture.

The hostel was Ok but we were in a mixed 10 bed dorm, which wasn’t what we had booked. We hadn’t been bothered the night before as we were so tired but we thought we’d see if we could change it. No chance, apparently the 6 bed dorm was more of a party dorm as it was on the top floor and next to the roof garden, so we thought we’d cut our loses and stay put.

We had a fairly chilled morning but were still very tired, so were going to head up the supermarket to get a few bits before going into Sydney, but ended up eating out as we couldn’t be bothered to cook anything! This is when my culture shock really hit home. Kings Cross isn’t the nicest of places, we knew that already but it was the cheapest area where most of the budget hostels were located. In the