Day 2 pt. 2: at the top of down under

So I climbed the steps to the opera house (couldn't get inside) & walked Circular Quay, where I heard a guy playing the digeridoo. Then I still had an hour to kill b4 the bridge climb so I stopped into the modern art museum.

It was so cool.

Sometimes I'm not a fan of modern art; it just seems weird & pointless, but sometimes, like what I saw today, it is SO imaginitive & interesting.

There was a dark room with water falling & it looked like a projection but I stuck my hand out & it was really water! (I realize that doesn't sound exciting but it was so surprising!)

There was this neat campervan thing that almost looked like what hansel & gretle would vacay in. Inside were all these detailed kitschy things that made you feel like someone was living there & you'd just missed them.

There was a whole weird word made out of blown glass - beautiful venitian-style glass made into beings half-car-half-bird with human legs. So cool.

There was a whole wall of wire sculpture (pictured). :)

People probably thought I was crazy bc I was just walking around with this goofy grin, but it was so interesting to me!

Now I'm at the bridge climb spot, waiting to go. I was feeling nervous until I saw that a 100 year old woman had done it! That's living to the fullest. And if she can do it, I certainly can.

Done! I did it. I climbed the bridge. It wasn't as dramatic as I expected, but it was fun & quite an impressive view. The very top was, of course, the best - the wind made it feel dangerous, like I could be swept away in an instant (don't worry mom, I was attached to a safety line) but it was also fun when we were climbing over the water or the traffic & could look down to see waves or cars beneath our feet.

I don't think it was quite worth $200 (and you aren't allowed to bring a camera; the pics they take are $20+) but I'm still glad I did it. And the adventure of getting there was really the highlight of the day.

Now I'm hungry & my legs are tired & I don't feel safe walking back alone at night so I'm waiting for the bus.

Its funny, i seem to get lonely at nightfall. in the sunshine, the day is full of possibilities & I feel perfectly confident on my own, but when night comes I want the security of familiar faces & places. And someone to have dinner with.

I'm back in kings cross & despite the fact that I'm pretty sure I just passed a hooker on the main drag, I feel more comfortable in "my neighborhood". Looking forward to the Thai coconut chicken soup I just ordered. Mmmm...

Not quite as good as lemongrass but pretty delish & enough to eat tomorrow too. Back at the hostel & everyones tired. Listening to the American boys explaining our football to German boys who are eager to learn & drinking (strangely) Mexican beer. Might make this an early night...