Checked out. Picked up another Dennis Lehane book at the book exchange in Byron Bay, then headed back to the hostel to wait or my shuttle to the airport.
Flight to Sydney went swimmingly. I’ve had really good luck with my flights and seats. No one beside me on this flight, but otherwise nothing terribly special.
Gregor and I had set a place to meet in Central Station – but since neither of us had been to the meeting point before, I was a tad apprehensive that we might never find each other. I sat reading my book when I saw him coming. He was wearing sunglasses, a hat, and sporting a full beard, so I almost wasn’t sure it was him.
Gregor had spent the first part of the day at Circular Quay, and sleeping in a park, so we headed back to Louvelle’s, found the secret key, and chilled out.
Headed to the Lansdowne Hotel for dinner. $5 for a steak sandwich – nothing too tasty, but more than adequate for the price.
Headed back to Hotel Louvelle after that and hung around waiting for her to show up. Once she did, we set about killing cockroaches (or plotting their death) then listened to music on Gregor’s laptop for the rest of the night. Pretty lazy day all in all.
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Hi. I commented 3 times on the drunken cyclist and one did not go through. Not that important anyway. I think to get a message in your name you have to put your own name in the name section or it becomes you.
Another edit… “hen headed back to the hostel to wait or my shuttle to the airport.”