Now for what happened besides my cockroachhunting:
Wednesday after class I hung around at Manning to listen to a jazzband, which turned out to be pretty amazing and I danced a bit in my business outfit ( I finally had to present my Facebook campaign).
Thursday has been the hottest day up to date with 29 degrees (which is very hot considering the lack of ozone layer, which makes the sun a lot stronger). Unfortunately I only got to enjoy it during lunch as my ethics group decided that that day was a perfect time to finish our poster on chocolate slavery. Luckily we finished it now and I went straight to a friend's house after. We ate a delicious pastasalad with quite some people I hadn't seen in a while. We continued to Manning bar to the final of theatre sports. It was packed and some of the things happening were amasing and sometimes even funny, but somehow most of it we were watching with one eyebrow raised. It might be because we aren't Australians, but I think mostly because improvisation can be a very specific kind of humour, one we don't find funny to be more precise. When the winner was announced (the French army was beaten by a team whos name was lost on us) we strolled to the other uni bar to the 'Retrosexual party for guys and their friends'. The only thing retro were the hippy costumes worn by some of the more colourful figures, but the music was far from retro, every third song being from lady Gaga. After sitting outside for half an hour we decided to walk back home.
Friday we went to the Australian Museum and I was amazed by the beauty of all the minerals and got shivers when looking at all the insects walking around on Australian soil (some things should only be seen dead behind glass and never spotted in your tent). Another surprise was that many years back something that looks like a koala the size of an elephant stomped around. We made a skeleton bike and found out about all the things that could kill us while here and then decided it was time to go get dinner. In the evening I went on the revue pubcrawl where all revues from medicine to science and engineering met again to hop eight Sydney bars. After discussing the peace corps, scrubs(the actual thing, not the show), tea with a bloke called Paddy and sang karaoke I returned home.
Today Lisianne and I visited our favourite cupcakery and we are now preparing to go to a birthdayBBQ. After drinking Chai in our little garden we came to the conclusion: despite some tiny critters we are happy to have been able to call Sydney our home.
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