red cups

My time in sydney has come to an end. After a week of staying in the heart of sydney, tomorrow will be my last day. The experience here will be one Ill never forget.  What has been created here will not become just a memory, but a project set on the shelf until I return to it. I leave to go traveling with people I just met a couple hours ago. I saw a post with the caption "road trip" on a website called couchsurfing. I contacted the source and sure enough they let me be apart of their trip. we leave tomorrow in a campervan, heading south. We are going to stop at the blue mountains and what not. If i can postpone my flight to new zealand I might be able to stay on the road with them longer, if not, i will jump off wherever i am on thursday and hop on a bus back to sydney. ill be on the road for the next five days, then i fly out to new zealand on the tenth. the people i will be traveling with are three french peeps, one male two females, and a girl from Iran.This journey i look forward too because a week in one place is enough for me. ive seen just about everything i wanted to see and learned a lot as well.

o yes, i recieved my first sunburn the other day, it wasnt anything insane. nothing you see on white people that make you gritt your teeth because its so bad. but, nontheless it was a burn and it hurt greatly. australia has a thinner ozone layer above it so the sun rays are stronger. since i am allergic to sunscreen, i dont have a fully efficient way of protecting myself from the exposure of the sun here.

my roommates birthday was yesterday so we went celebrating, which was a blast. the group of friends ive been hanging out with from this hostel consist of people from all over europe. this hostel reminds me a lot like the movement, the only thing is everyone is from a different country. we have four beds in a room and even the pleasure of having nightime visitors...bed bugs. i guess thats a sacrifice that has to be made when traveling like this. as long as they dont get in my bag ill be ok. and i assure you my paranoid self has taken multiple steps to making sure those things dont bite me. anyways, my friends birthday, he turned 20 and we went to this sweet bar and had dinner and played ping-pong. i introduce them to tech n9ne, they freaking love his music haha. they always ask me about american parties and if they function a lot like the movie superbad. yes just like that was my response. then i told them a story about how i ran down a street carrying a container of laundry soap filled with beer to a party once, while avoiding cops. honestly though, the smallest cultural difference becomes greatly highlighted, for example, looking to the left and starting to cross the street when im suppose to be looking right. almost been hit by some vechiles doing that. or using another travels computer and all the letters are located in a different place. another funny question they ask me whats up with american party´s and red cups? i simply said it´s a law...