He was a bit more excited to have met a Nigerian than I felt being Nigerian at the time. I later learnt that he had previously studied in Canada where he met a Nigerian girl who became his house mate and helped him improve his English language speaking skills. The downside to this was he felt he knew all there was about Nigeria from meeting just one of us and he proceeded to share his knowledge with the group.
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…
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.
Needless to say, my legs cramped up almost half way through the second half of the journey. I remember twisting and turning uncomfortably in my seat, trying to find a comfortable enough position to nap. There was a guy seated next to me who kindly offered me his shoulder to rest my head.