I did end up going to Sydney. Was incredible weather there and was the perfect spot to end the trip. Walked around the Opera House, walked over the Harbour Bridge, finishing up blastin` to Back in Black as the sun went down on Bondi Beach.
Went to see The Rocks, one of the original settlements after the formation of the colony.
I walked past it about 5 times, looking for something old, until it dawned on me, for aussies, this IS old. Wow, :gethistory.
Having said that from The Rocks at night there was an incredibly view of the Harbour Bridge and from another angle the Opera House at night. While the place itself isn't worth bothering for, the sites around it were.
Sydney is a great city, but Melbourne was by far my favourite. I'd really like to maybe go live there for a year at some stage post-university and just play poker for a living.
On my last day I left Sydney and flew back to Perth. Spent about 3 hours back in the hostel where it all started with Crisp and got to see a few familiar faces again. While Melbourne was my favourite city, Perth is where it was.
A quick visit later and I was back at the airport, only this time the International and caught my flight to Singapore.
While packing everything up in Sydney I noticed a strong smell of weed comming from my bag, and following that was some rather nervous moments boarding the flights. I never found the source, I ended up washing all my clothes just hours before the flight, and as any backpacker will tell you, aussie driers are fucked. They simply don't dry anything, so that added about 5kg of weight.
Not a good idea to fly into Singapore, a country that somewhat routinely executes people found with traces of weed on them. Just a couple weeks before they executed an aussie.
Over about a 36hour period of travel back home I travelled over 17,000 miles. I probably travelled another 5,000 miles just walking around Singapore Airport. Holy crap, the size of the thing.
Onwards and upwards, I'm off to university this Sunday. At a mere 300 miles away, I have a somewhat deluded belief that I could walk it in 36 minutes.