SYDNEY

THE BIG CHILL

A busy day of last minute errands and goodbyes caused the time to scream past as if someone with fat fingers had accidentally bumped Ffwd. Ads tackled a mammoth day at the office, one that he was glad to see the end of, after a solid 45hrs in just 3 days. To makes things just that little bit sweeter, Newcastle (and the rest of the east coast) was experiencing a historically FREEZING climate which saw the mercury drop lower than Indonesia’s meat industry ethics and made the wait on the Fassifern train station a dismal and jittery one. It was then that things started to improve; as we waited for our Shittyrail train to Sydney arrive, a spankin’ Countrylink number rolled in with a smiling mum-like conductor standing in the carriage doorway. Not one to be afraid to ask for less than a pot of gold, I queried the lady conductor if hitching a ride in the nose bleed section of the train was out of the question as it looked so nice and warm. The lady smiled and nodded, and casually escorted us past the platinum private suites, complete with beds and bathroom… then turned to us and whispered (in that velvety mum voice) “You can have one of these if you like, seeing as though it’s so cold”. Before Ads could politely decline or even pause, I had set up house in the dreamy suite and was already stretched out on the bed… Needless to say it was a vaguely AWESOME trip to Central station, for an icey-cool $7.80.

WIN:
Scoring a near-freebie to Sydney in a private sleeper suite, which we never even knew existed in Australia!

FAIL:
The Arctic weather right across NSW. Global Warming my @ss.