This Saturday I went out partying in King’s Cross in Sydney, an area that’s supposedly the equivalent of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. Apparently prostitution is legal here in Australia.
Whenever you tell anyone you’re heading to King’s Cross, people (or well, what I’ve experienced, people aged 30+) tend to tell you that it’s a neighborhood you really got to be alert and paying attention in. Usually they’ll also tell you a few stories about all the weird things that have happened there.
To my surprise King’s Cross wasn’t like what people have told me. I didn’t see any soliciting going on and the only peculiar thing I saw was that there were just a lot of homeless people hanging around. But I guess you shouldn’t take my words too seriously, I was seriously drunk while I was running around there between different clubs. What you can take my word for though, is that King’s Cross is a massive area to party in. Shitloads of people, shitloads of clubs. Awesomeness!
What wasn’t awesome was waking up Sunday morning partly hung-over and feeling bloated as hell. One of the things I was supposed to do in Australia was to lose some weight. Drinking every weekend surely doesn’t help one achieve that goal.
So I just had to do something about it. I put on my sneakers and ran down to the beach, took a swim for 1 hour or something and then ran back home. That’s some lovely exercise! Today (it’s Monday right now) I’ll be heading down to Miranda to get my gym membership sorted out – I really miss weight lifting.
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