Hold that Tiger

The airline that we flew from Melbourne back to Sydney was called Tiger Airlines and was by far the most inexpensive leg of our trip. As we walked to the separate Tiger terminal that was like three miles from the normal terminal, we started to understand how they kept their prices so low. To say that this was a no frills operation would be a gross understatement, but we flew comfortably and made it to Sydney safely, so no real complaints I suppose. We got really brave upon arriving in Sydney and actually just took the train into town and got dropped off at Circular Quay, where our hotel was located. After schlepping down the street with our bags and up the narrowest staircase in Australia at our bed and breakfast with our oversized suitcases, we were informed that there had been a mix-up with Expedia and there was actually no room for us at The Russell. Luckily for us (but to the dismay of the poor guy who had to carry our bags for us), they had taken care of booking us up the road at the Harbour Rocks Hotel. This place turned out to be just fine.

That night we attempted to go to a place called Cargo Bar, that had come at high recommendation from Filo and Adam. Well, after standing at the bar there for at least 10 minutes without so much as a glance from one of the three bar staff (sidenote: there were only 2 other patrons in this bar), we walked out and headed over to a place called Bungalow 8. The night turned out to be rather tame, so unfortunately there are not too many other stories to share.