Well I’ve made it to Sydney and after a scary hour trying to find the hotel, I’m finally here. It seems that there are two “21 Oxford Streets!” And it would be just my luck that my taxi driver would choose the wrong one. As I was walking around the wrong address (which was a Subway Sandwich restaurant), scratching my head, I was trying not to look too much like a tourist. But this was impossible since I was wheeling luggage and sweating like crazy. Finally a guy sitting at one of the sidewalk tables said “G’day mate. Can I help you find something?” He proceeded to tell me that I was at the Surrey Hills 21 Oxford Street. I really wanted to be at the Paddington 21 Oxford Street.
He recommended that I take a taxi because it was a pretty hefty hike. I know he’s dead on about that as I ended up walking the entire distance anyway just trying to get a taxi! I’m not going to blame my taxi driver; I should have been more on top of the hotel location.
I really got a chuckle out of the taxi driver. On the way to “21 Oxford Street” he said I was one of the few Americans that he was able to understand. “Your accent is not as thick as some Americans,” he said. I didn’t tell him that I could hardly understand a word he said.