Sydney: Surry Hills and Newtown

The next day, it rained. It wasn't like one of those Portland misty half-assed rain. This was tropical rain. This was warm, straight up-and-down, drenching rain, the kind of rain that requires an umbrella. So, like any proper ex-New Yorker, you buy the cheapest ones possible. We each got a crappy umbrella and decided to explore some other neighborhoods. Like Surry Hills, which seems to be like a cross between Brooklyn Heights and the Upper East Side.

We walked everywhere in Sydney. I loved it. Justin got sick of walking. I kind of didn't care. Here's a shot on the way to Surry Hills:

Gorgeous old school:

 If you're going to get a cheap-ass umbrella, at least get a colorful one!

That night, the rain had stopped, and we decided to take the commuter train to Newtown for dinner. The train, however, seems to have an interesting take on strap-hanging (or do we just have dirty minds?). If this reminds you, too, of something else, then, well, there you go. 

I grew up in a town called Newtown (not the one in CT), and it thankfully bears no resemblance to the cool neighborhood that this is.  Lots of cheap(er) eats and nightlife. 

The next day, we were off to Melbourne.