The Sydney opera
Proud Australian colors on top of the Harbour Bridge
The two monuments of the bay of Sydney
 
The business district
The 2 Guillaumes fooling around
A calvados upon waking up to celebrate Damien's departure
DJ Erwan mixing in the flat
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Back in Bondi, we get back into shape and go to a delicious French restaurant near Kings Cross with Quentin's flatmates. The night goes on for some in a bar, and even in Sydney for Guillaume and Max which I see coming back the next morning. We slowly wake up in the main room where 5 of us sleep. We munch and then go to town with Guillaume, Max and Damien on board a taxi where the drivers spurts out crazy French words and is quite a show. He wishes to learn more insults to answer his annoying French neighbor, and practices by screaming out the window. We get down at the Rocks, right beneath the main bridge of Sydney Bay. The area is prim and proper for tourists. There are cafes all the way to the opera house, which glitters in its white splendor. We have lunch under a clear blue sky with a view on these two landmarks. Back to the apartment, we prepare a good barbecue on the terrace. The meat is delicious and the wine pleasant: glasses are quickly emptied and filled up again. I doze off and Guillaume wake me up later: a girl called Lucy is turning all the guys on by dancing lavishly, Erwan is mixing music in his room. I enjoy being able to dance on the music we had throughout the trip, and we soon head out to do the same in a club of Kings Cross where Ron is DJ, Quentin's other flatmate.I dance a lor while the others drink, and we then go to the Empire, having lost Max who got thrown out and put in a cab for sleeping. Another DJ is mixing, which Guillaume only discovers after being made to wait at the entrance for half an hour, looking too drunk. Once inside, he buys a round and continues to drink, almost get thrown out as he falls asleep. Outside, there is already daylight, as we watch over the weary chap, and Max joins us after a detour in Bondi by taxi. It is full day time when we head back to sleep. The day is nothing much since everyone is so tired. We do not know who is waking up and who is going to bed: Quentin and GuillaumeL come back at noon, Ron and his friends after a recovery party. We start the barbecue and salute Damien, then the two Guillaumes who leave in a partying and laughing mood. The crazy Lucy comes by with a furet in the afternoon, looking for a friend of Ron's she had mixed tongues with quite a lot. I imagine his awaking with a stinking fur ball under the T-shirt must have been strange. The apartment is a place where people constantly come in and out, friends and girls, with comments in French on the chances of each one, and hilarious anecdotes. Won over by this relaxed life, I do not know yet what is next.
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