sydney and the duck.

Let us continue our dissection of the journey through Sydney.

After the aforementioned days, we decided that a bit of general tourism was in order and decided that we would go visit the Sydney Opera House and the bridge. Now I'd like to say here that from the very start, I sensed that not all things were right amongst my other fellow Sydney-invaders. First thing that seemed odd was that 2 of the girls from GC didn't embrace and hug the Melb one immediately on sight and do other girly things such as shriek (we got plenty of that later though) when we got off the plane. Other notable observations were that the GC people banded together and the melb chick was left out. I am not included in this as I generally do not take sides and tend to run off and do my own thing anyway.

So the day proceeded to me, to be uneventful. We went to the Opera house, took photos, didn't bother with the bridge and instead went to the botanical gardens (which were gorgeous!) I ran off in search of a toilet and then got distracted by pretty things to take photos of (see below) and hence didn't bump into the girls for a good 3 hrs. It was bliss to not be surrounded by so much oestrogen.


Anyway, we return home and things (to me) seem as though should be. But obviously they are not. The next day, the tension is palpable (as a side-note, I can't actually remember what day what happened in - just go with the flow for me, ok?) At one point, I walk into the Bekstars room to find her in tears. I have missed a day here - but Tuan and I will never forget it nor will it be mentioned. But anyways, I try to do the comforting thing, but realise that my presence probably isn't welcome. So what do I do? I run the fuck away!

Upstairs, I talk to Eve to see if I can garner any help for this foreign "emotional" scenario. The next statement catches me off guard. "You're probably more welcome down there than I am." Hello, issues talk! Now in my countless years (read around 3) of actually being around women, I've realised that when someone brings up an issues topic, you generally need to ask about it for a good solid minute, since they have this weird "I want to talk, but I wont until you seem like you really wanna know, otherwise I'll feel guilty" thing going on. After that minute, you can ignore it, but if you don't, you're labeled an insensitive jerk (or something like that - not a bad label in my opinion!)

Lesson 3: Always pester them for small, but noticeable amount of time about some problem if they offered to say that there was a problem. More often then not, they want to tell you but not before you feel like tearing your own hair out. This rule is not absolute, but hey it has worked ok-ish for me so far.

The second surprise came when Eve didn't actually know what the issue was. Now this is a rarity. Almost all girls I know tend to take some minuscule little disagreement and make it about how "their friendship is falling apart! and all because of that stupid bastard!" (It ALWAYS gets blamed on men). However, an issue not known is kinda strange as girls have this innate "over-analysis" mechanism and "issue-detector" Anyway, this case seemed beyond me. All I had to suggest was that they dress up in PJ's and have a pillow fight (what's with that stereotype anyways?)

Lesson 4: Girls with no issues will generate issues to get a good dose of drama. I'm willing to bet that the majority of the wars were started by females because they got bored of Home and Away (or its equivalent)

So I left and went to the gym/walk/run/general do things by myself kinda thing.

The story continues next post...

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Rest of the Sydney Stories
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