Martin and I woke up early on Friday,
packed our bags and began the journey south to Wollongong for the wedding
festivities that weekend. Hesitant to
attempt Sydney via car, we opted to take the 90 minute train ride to the
coastal town.
Five minutes into the trip we knew we were
in for a treat. With no seats available,
Martin and I stood in the entrance to the train car, by the toilet, with all of
our luggage and some of Sydney’s finest…our first “friend” was a heavily
inebriated 40-something who desperately wanted to talk. Unfortunately for him, even if we wanted to
engage in a conversation, which we clearly didn’t and made obvious to him,
between his thick accent and slurred speech, we could barely understand him
anyway. He thankfully got off halfway
through the trip at Sutherland (a fact he told us at least five times prior to
his stop) and while leaving the train exclaimed it was a train ride he would
never forget.
After a 20 minute break from the excitement
we were once again greeted by some local talent. This time it was two drunk guys (did I
mentioned it was 2:30pm on Friday and you aren´t allowed to drink on the trains)
who broke into a fight in our entrance area.
Fists were thrown and one guy was put into a headlock as were held
hostage to our bags and the small space between the door, toilet and
fight. We pulled into a station after
what felt like 15 minutes, but was more likely 5, and one of the guys managed
to get off the train to avoid further incident.
Our Wollongong stop could not come soon
enough. We got into town around 3 and, after checking in to our hotel room, we
headed to the bar to meet up with the groom Ryan, his groomsmen Adam and Greg
and golfing fourth Harry for a much needed drink.
With wedding party obligations to tend to, the
guys left and with the rest of the wedding guests stuck in traffic delays,
Martin and I decided to take advantage of the mellow night and apartment style
hotel room to recover from the day’s excitement.
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