Wanted: Thick Skin

One of the things I hate about traveling is saying goodbye to lovely people you met and hung out with for a short, very short, period of time. It's ALWAYS the longest goodbyes EVER. I hate being a pessimist but I think you'll agree with me when I say that whenever one is on holiday, his or her chances of meeting the same people again in the future are almost slim to none.


The Ivy

It's 5:51AM… got back to the hotel about half an hour ago after spending the entire night at Icebergs and The Ivy here in Sydney. Some of the folks I met earlier this week are leaving in a few hours, back to their respective countries (POLLYYYYYY I'M GONNA MISS YOU) and it's kinda sad seeing everyone bid bye bye to each other etc.

Oh well. C'est la vie, no?