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Three out of three? Where's part one and two?
To answer that, they were bulletins, documenting my travels over November, but I thought I'd make the last post a bit more permanent and spruce up my blog while I was at it. The images will self destruct after six months anyway.
Over November, I travelled to Sydney 3 times, to see 5 different bands, plus a little extra stuff on the side. This blog post is meant to commemorate the third and final trip.
I ventured in to see Boa and The Taxpayers, two bands that I fell in love with when I was young, and thought would never play in my country, yet here they are (were). All of this happened from the 27th to the 29th, so i've been quite lazy in getting around to chronicling this, find it in your heart to forgive me.
The 27th:
This is the day I got into the city and the night I saw The Taxpayers. I started this day off strong, the moment I stepped off the train and into the hotel, I was told that someone had already come in under my name and taken my hotel room. Of course, I was able to get it sorted, but there was fear in my heart for a moment.
I had left my luggage at the hotel, and caught the tram past central and into the rich quarter. There was a stylised """punk""" bar and kitchen, I just wanted to grab a quick bite before my show, but the staff insisted I grabbed a table and scanned a QR code before I could get my meal. The only table left was a long table, far too much for a solo traveller like myself. A bit after I sat and some tables had a cleared, a group of girls came up and asked to sit with me. To be frank, I was terrified, and the fright left me with a migraine that graced me the rest of the day... The burger was good though.
I stopped by my favourite bookstore, and picked up "House of leaves", and I've been enjoying it.
I ended up at my show a little early and made friends with a guy wearing a "mclovin" shirt, he was cool. The openers were quite nice from what I can remember, each quite unique, but I was too busy getting drunk on cheap wine with another new friend, "steve", if he wasn't lying. I was getting so tired, from my lack of sleep and the wine, so I staggered out of the bar to the nearest place serving coffee at 10 PM. I got to try malaysian coffee for the first time, it was delicious.
I ended up getting nice and close to the taxpayers when it was time, this was my view.

I met a fellow will wood fan at the barricade, she was quite nice. After the band had completed their set, I checked in with all my pals, and then quietly departed while everyone was still settling down. This is a photo from right as I left.

Before I had left, a girl had drawn on my hand so she wouldn't have
trouble trying to find me again, but I never came back to her. I rode the metro back to my hotel, god I love the Sydney metro. I'm surprised there were still other passengers with me at 11 PM at night.


I got back to my hotel quite late and showered, but due to my own prestigous skill, I managed to lock myself out of my room's bathroom. Luckily, the door takes USB-C, so my troubles were short lived :p

The 28th:
I decided to see where else the Sydney Metro could take me. I rode it all the way to Castle Hill, home to the Castle Towers shopping mall, which I'm told is the largest shopping mall in Australia. I killed some time among people who I'd deem as disgustingly rich, and bouht some souvenirs to take home as christmas presents.
I was meant to give a christmas gift to my friend the last time I was in Sydney, however I had forgetten it. To make up for it, I hand delivered to him this time. I censored his face firstly for his privacy, and secondly, i thought it looked really funny. He doesn't care about his face getting out on this site, but I do. He's a member on this site too, but I don't think he's checked here in like 6 months.

The very same day, to kill some time, and to kill my overwhelming anxiety for the show, I decided to look for trouble. Unfortunately, all I could find was a scientology church on a main business street. I saw they were doing free personality readings, and so I decided to pop and get my thetan read. I fed them some junk details about who i was and where i lived, making sure to scribble on the forms they gave me to not give them anything concrete. What surprised me was how long they made me wait for the evaluation, I guess it's to reed out people trying to waste their time. I told them I was someone who was fresh out of an honours psych degree, and they took me at face value, I felt bad for a moment.
I tried my best to play my part as the gullible rube, "scientology? no, never heard of it.", "dianetics? what's that?", and "oh, i'm just so lonely after graduating, i don't have any direction". Seeing how they treated someone who wouldn't have known any better made me instantly lose any sympathy. When I had completed their questionnaire, they sat me in front of a screen trying to sell their "new and innovative" grief counseling methods while they were "processing" my results. Then when it came time for the evaluation, they tried so so hard to sell me on their courses and their self help books, I had to remind them that I just came in for the personality evaluation. But, they thought they saw someone vulnerable lonely shmuck and smelt blood in the water, it was disgusting.
Once I had listened to the rep give all of her rehearsed marketing spiels and nodding along, I took my sheet and thanked her for her time. She made me take a pamflet as I left.

My heart was pounding the entire time because I was lying through my teeth. Though, as a side effect of spewing so much bullshit without getting caught out, my ever present agoraphobia was quiet for the rest of the day, seemingly having had a heart attack and therefore in remission.
After that, it was time to go see Boa. I saw on the forecast before I departed towards Sydney that there would be rain, and I had wrongfully assumed that the organisers would do something to make the line bearable. I was mistaken.
However, due to my circumstances, I was able to steal some space under the umbrella of a nice girl who I'll call Marie. I had worn my newest leather boots, nicest pants, and whitest shirt, all drenched before I even got inside the concert hall. I had to remind Marie that my eyes were a few inches above where she was staring. At least I was primed and ready for my wet T shirt competition the next day...
Boa was quite nice to see live, though the wait for the encore songs almost killed me. I guess they paid it back in full when they played duvet and all it's versions for about 14 minutes, and then there was 14 more minutes of applause. I caught up with some friends I made in line as I left, and just barely missed a friend I had made at Fleshwater a week or so before.

Marie and I shared the tram ride home, but we split up at central station and went our seperate ways to our hotels, I asked her to keep in touch. I retired to my bed
The 29th:
I didn't sleep well, so I awake nice and early. The glass of my balcony was misted over with the morning fog, I thought it looked quite beautiful. I'm told the second photo is as beautiful and as sunny as it gets on the brightest day in Russia, sounds like heaven to me.


After checking out, I caught the train home. I read through some more of House of Leaves, I really quite like it so far. The train ride home was peaceful.
That's all the noteworthy events that I can still remember. Stay tuned for if I decide to do anything interesting again (unlikely).
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