Just came back from Sydney a few days ago…
Every time i come back from travelling it just makes me crave for more. There’s just so much to see, so much to learn, so much to do, the world never fails to impress me.
Also met a lot of nice people which is the motivation as to why i decided to create this blog. I want to pen down all the nice encounters i have, be it big or small, on this platform, and remind myself that there are so many beautiful people out there. To believe in humanity.
Let me begin to pen down some of the nice encounters i had in Sydney.
I met a cashier at a convenient store whom i had a small talk with. Before i left, he gave me a Sydney 2-dollar-coin. It looked something like this.
He told me to keep it and not to use it as it may hold greater value in the future as it is produced during the Olympics in Sydney and people were already selling them at a much higher price in the market. I thanked him, and kept it, feeling rather happy.
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My friends and i went to Blue Mountains and i was just climbing up the long flight of stairs, huffing and puffing like a cow as i was really tired and this girl just went “tiring eh?” And she told me that it will only be worse as there were steeper stairs ahead. I noticed that she was taking photos with her friend over the fence and out of curiosity, i asked her how did they get across and if they climbed over the fence. She replied “yes” and said that she helped her friend to get across and that she could help me do the same too. “The view here is amazing, you can’t get a photo like this at any other spots.” Of course i was sold and i agreed to accept her help. She showed me how she did it and i realised that i could do it by myself so in the end, i told her that i wanted to try climb across by myself and i did it.
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At the Honeymoon Bridge (Blue Mountains), one of my friends told us that this particular spot had very good lighting and allow oneself to take a nice selfie. Hence, i stood there and tried to take a good selfie but being the selfie noob, i struggled with my phone camera, which must have caught the attention of this European man. He offered to help me take a picture and i embarrassingly agreed. 
This was the photo he took for me. (My face is blocked as i want to try and remain anonymous for this blog) with perfect lighting.
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We also went to Jenolan Caves and booked a bus. Due to my carelessness, i booked the wrong date… After much pleading we managed to get the in-charge to change the dates for us. I was super thankful. The bus driver was also very nice, answering all the questions i had and also giving me more information about the place.
On the bus ride back to Katoomba, we were lucky enough to chanced upon wallabies and everyone got off to have a good look at them. The bus driver gave me a carrot to feed one of the wallabies who turns out to be pregnant.
It was a once in a lifetime experience! I mean you don’t even get to do this in a zoo (i think).
It was bittersweet when i had to bade goodbye to the driver, i knew that i had to say goodbye (forever) to this new friend i just made. He must have felt the same, as he said goodbye and also complimented me “you’ve got a pretty face” with a friendly wink (not the cheesy kind).
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There was also an Indian family who we made friends with. It started with them asking me to help them take a picture at Blue Mountains. And then we kept meeting them, even at Jenolan Caves.😂
Maybe i’m just lucky, but i’ve realised that i have always met very nice and friendly people during my travels (even during my exchange but that is for another day to share) and it just warms my heart, knowing that there are people out there whom i don’t know personally but cares. But it is also kind of sad, knowing that these friendships are so short-lived.
Some people may say that it is dangerous to talk to strangers or even accept their help, because who knows if they have ill-intentions? I agree that we may not be able to know at first glance if someone is good or bad, but i would be missing all the nice people i can get to know and talk to if i were to hide from that 1 bad person. And i’m willing to take the risk. I mean, if we were to live life being afraid of things, then would it be considered living at all?
Travelling Things 