SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA
My stay on Magnetic Island was definitely a high-energy adventure but as a city girl (always have been, always will be), I missed the vibe of bright lights and bustling streets. For my final couple days in Australia, I ventured to the capital of New South Wales and one of Australia’s largest cities: SYDNEY! I regrettably stayed at a hostel called Kings Cross Backpackers. I should have done my research before booking, rookie mistake. I was unaware that I was staying in the heart of the red light district. Oy vey. Honestly, it wasn’t the WORST hostel in the world but there were, at times, young 20-somethings recklessly running around the hallways with bottles of vodka in hand, shouting gibberish at the tops of their lungs. I definitely should have spent the extra money on a hotel or Airbnb. Awell, you live and you learn. On my first morning in the city I woke up extra early, mostly because I wanted to spend as little time at the hostel as possible. First order of business was to …