No, not really, the highlight was the scenery. Beautiful rolling hills and a surprising amount of greenery. Essentially though, there is pretty much nothing between Melbourne and Sydney but these hills and the occasional oddly named town that gave us a few giggles (the kind of giggles you get only after 11 hours on the same train..) - like Wagga Wagga and something that sounded like "Hinky"...
When we finally arrived in Sydney, the humidity had well and truly descended. The air was so close I felt a bit faint and when you feel faint, you gotta eat. So that's what we did. Dumped our bags at the hostel and headed out in search for food.
We didn't have to go far though before finding an adhoc street festival in a small park a few minutes walk away. Music was going, people were dancing, and the food smelt incredible. Nepalese, Mexican, Turkish... But we settled on the halloumi and chipotle burger with beetroot salsa. Oh my word. Divine. One thing I was reacquainted with while sat there in that park with our burgers in hand was just how attractive Australians are. They are all perfectly toned, perfectly tanned, perfectly turned out in all possible ways. It fits in well with the general image conscious feel that the city had the last time if was here. It's not even a bad thing, Sydney just is very well turned out - both its people and itself as a city.
After our burger we head into Surry Hills, a district in the south of Sydney known for it's more easy going vibe, with a few hipsters thrown in too. We tried their local ales and lagers and ciders, none of which let us disappointed, and enjoyed a couple of drinks on an enclosed rooftop garden. It was nice to be around locals for a change rather than tourists, even if they are all impeccably turned out...
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