Splashing in mystery

So I landed in Sydney this morning at 6 am on January 27th. At the gate, before entering the country, they ask everyone where they are going to stay. When this question was presented to me, I had no response for a brief second, then I just made up a name of a hostel a lady referenced me to on the plane ride over. Turns out I am now staying at that hostel. I am staying in a four bedroom room, one guy is from south korea, probably doug swansons cousin, and the other is from germany. I dont know how long I'll stay there, I'm thinking one more night then I'll move on. Traveling a lone is already lonely, people in the hostel keep to themselves even those who traveled alone. Maybe they all ponder the storyline in the movie "hostel". I know I do everytime I walk into that place haha.

It's quite interesting how I made it to downtown, I literally got off the plane, jumped on my board and skated towards the city skyline. It took me about two hours to get downtown, and surprisingly I navigated my way to downtown without GPS. Literally, if I felt like I was suppose to turn I would, no second guessing. By doing this it placed me right at the entrance of the hostel I told the airport I was going to stay at. The thing is I felt like God was telling me to stay at that hostel after a moment of praying and figuring out what I should do when I first got outside the airport.So for him to direct me to it was pretty sweet.

Sydney itself is a lot more humid then I expected. The first question I got was about the American election, and of course just like any other ignorant young american, I don't have the slightest clue on what is happening in our election. There is no wifi near my building that's free, they make you pay for everything. I think tomorrow I'll try the bus system to get to some beaches. All in all, this has been an interesting experience and every hr I have no clue what I'm going to do. It still feels like a dream.