Sydney, Australia

My flight of the bumble bee tour continues, arriving in Sydney with no plans, no guidebook and generally no clue.

The Australian immigration form proved to be harder than advanced calculus:
"Home address", er, eh, well I don't really have one, but here's me mum's one.
"Occupation", hmm, well after considering "Lighthouse cleaner", "Hero" and "Man" I chickened out and wrote "Student"
"Intended place of stay in Australia", for f**k's sakes I don't have a bloody clue. I write down "Sydney" and realise that they also want the name of the state. I then realise how bad my Australian geography is and write "Queensland?".
I feel like a 12 year old kid that has just failed a spelling contest because he couldn't spell "arse".

I arrive downtown Sydney @ 7am and my first impressions are:
White people. High prices. TV. Lots of signs prohibiting things. Screaming kids. Miniskirts. Rain. Prams. Fat people.

Welcome back to the first world. I think I am suffering from reverse culture shock.