Walking to the Sydney Opera House
Saturday morning. I was supposed to sleep in a bit and head out to explore Sydney feeling refreshed, but my head is pounding from drinking heavily with Manager Yang yesterday. We drank so late, losing track of time, that we missed the last train. When we first started drinking, he asked if he could crash at my place, but I didn't think he'd actually sleep over. Anyway, for one reason or another, we all ended up sleeping in the same room. Since Manager Yang is older, I gave him the bed and slept on the floor, only to wake up to my back screaming and cracking. At this point, I'm more worried about whether I can actually walk around all day than my aching body. Ah... I really should have taken it easy on the alcohol.
After finally pulling myself together, here is today's plan: In the morning, walk to the Opera House with Manager Yang's group, and in the afternoon, meet up with my friend Yong-wan, who lives in Sydney, to look around the city.
On our walk to the Opera House, we saw a park with a sign saying "Royal Botanic Gardens," so we decided to cut through it. (Since all three of us have terrible English, we had no idea it was actually a royal botanical garden until later.)



Art Gallery of New South Wales






Since it's the weekend, there are lots of people walking their dogs in the park. People jogging with their dogs, people sunbathing on the grass with their dogs, and people laughing out loud while letting their dogs swim. Watching the dogs splash around frantically in the fountain automatically brings a warm, fatherly smile to my face. If I had a yard and a place to walk them, I'd love to live with big dogs like these. But in Seoul, where it's hard enough just to find a house for a human (and where neighbors will immediately file a noise complaint if a dog barks next door), it's nothing more than a pipe dream.