Today was a total excursion day. We started with a leisurely morning, fallowed by disappointing news. The whale watching was canceled because of bad weather. I was disappointed but I’d be a foul to let it ruin my day. Instead of the first execution we went to the market. We began at the mall, completely confused because all the stores were closed. Luckily Lexa is smatter than the average bear and found the market below the store. Which to my understanding not all the students found. We wondered around for quiet a bit thrilled with the low prices of souvenirs and the accumulation of shiny objects. I tried my hand at haggling for the first time, which wasn’t actually haggling, it was just sob story, pity price lowering, but it worked. The market, I was later told, was a lot like the shops they have in China, and when thinking about buying Australian souvenirs in a Chinese’s market is kind of nifty.
After the market we headed to the bridge. Our group again got separated into two groups, ours being the smaller one traveling with Mr. Berry. We went straight through this lengthy tutorial about safely and equipment. I was called an old Asian man by my friend and Taylor Swift by a stranger; I guess I would be quiet good at undercover work. The bridge climb was amazing, I only almost died twice and that’s pretty good considering my plague of klutziness. Being on that bridge it was so incredibly easy to drift away into space. The view made your mind fly away with possibility. I stood atop of the road looking down at the small cars, and I stood atop looking out to Australia and its ocean horizon, I’ve never felt so small and so large in my entire life. Nothing can compare to the freedom of thought you can have in moments like that. I will never forget the thrill I had standing on my toes looking down to the multicolored sea. I’ve never experienced that strange feeling before, hat one where you stand atop something so high and have the sudden eager to jump, but looking into that deceivingly innocent and pure ocean, I couldn’t help but to imagine. There was something about that moment atop of the bridge, I don’t know what, or really even if its real or if I’m being silly, but there was a moment up there where I think I saw everything just a little clear, and hope for this world no matter how far it may seem is just within reach. Honestly the bridge is the only place where I truly appreciated the city, which is sad but I couldn’t help but compare it to the commonality of Chicago.
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