The Routine

Shoes half worn with untied laces, bag strapped to one arm, my other hand struggling to find the arm hole of my jacket sleeve and my free hand furiously pressing the pedestrian call button and wishing the lights change from green to red. My house was just after a traffic light on a major road in Merrylands and to catch the 907 bus to Parramatta every morning, I had to cross to the other side of the road. This meant sometimes I caught the bus just before it takes off and other times, the bus leaves while I’m stuck at a red light.

First Impressions and Culture Shock

I walked around a lot during my first week in Sydney and this meant I got to see and observe different places and people. What struck me as odd was the number of homeless people I saw on the streets especially at night. This was a stark contrast to the vision of picturesque and glamour I had in mind. My Nigerian mind could not…

Finding my Way

This was a very tricky one. After my first night at the backpackers, I didn’t feel as jet-lagged as most people would feel after such a long journey. Since I arrived at midnight, I had a couple of hours of sleep and then set out to explore; mainly to find my school, University of New South Wales, in the morning. At this point, I hadn’t quite figured out the transportation system and I am quite geographically challenged so I had a very long day of wandering about.