Saw the Andy Warhol exhibition in a very hot Brisbane but decided not to stay for longer than that. More or less just another town and I could have easily mixed it up with Sydney and we also started to get a bit stressed about not manage to sell our car before Christmas in Sydney. So with shaky legs we took our dear companion through a Roadworthy Certificate test and luckily it went all through. More than 10 000 km and still roadworthy!
So we ended up at the Kings Cross Car Market to try to sell our car to another backpacker. One week before Christmas and we were anxious. No one will buy a car over the Christmas holidays. We had to have it sold before. Though, after one week down in the dungeon (the market is held at the bottom floor in a garage) you start to loose hope about backpackers and humanity as a whole.
First. We realized backpackers don’t know anything about cars. And they were only looking at the price. Backpackers simply have a vision of traveling around Australia in a van, not a station wagon. And they want to buy it for the price of a moped. We heard stories of backpackers who forgot to check the oil and eventually the engine broke down and they had to pay for a new engine. We got questions like “how much is the tank?”
Um …well it depends on how much you want to fill it up with! And they never ever wanted to check the engine or go for a test drive. Some vans didn’t even start smoothly, but still –a van is what the two backpcker-girls wanted. Why do they want a van?! It goes much more slower than a normal car and usually the engines are much more worn out!
“-Because… we said we wanted a van!”. A young couple bought a 4wheel drive Mitsubishi which looked like a wreck when it came to the market. But the two guys who sold it waxed it up and were good talkers. When the couple came to pick up the car next morning the central locking didn’t work. They had to smash a window and call the insurance company. A Scottish couple bought a van in Brisbane, drove out on the highway -and the car died. They had to send it to the wreckers and buy a new car. As our car was in good conditions, so was our price. But after five days we had lost hope that any backpacker who came to buy a car would realize it’s better to pay for a good car more than get stuck out in the middle of the outback with a cheap wreck. Along we at first were the only station wagon in the market. Five days later we had five competitors –all cheaper ones. On a late Saturday morning we came down, and all station wagons where gone. Sold. “There’s been so many people looking at your car –but you weren’t here!” Damn this was our last day! We were leaving for Christmas. And we missed all our customers.
Three hours later, just in time, our car was sold, to the last couple that came looking that day.
The actual couple who later bought our car.
Phew! Now we could celebrate Christmas in peace. Me and Martin took the train up to The Entrance north of Sydney to celebrate Christmas with my friends Stefan and Linda. Strange to be walking around in shorts on Christmas Eve, but Linda’s cooking certainly made Christmas worthwhile.
Champagne breakfast in the morning close to the lake
The week before New Years Eve were spent in Sydney in an apartment in Petersham. Yes, there where cockroaches, but better than to spend a week at a fully booked hostel, sleeping in a ten bed dorm.
Of course we did some boxing day shopping
Martin and I went surfing on a hot day just before New Years Eve. And then we joined as four of 1.5 million people that every year watches the fireworks at the Sydney Harbor Bridge and the opera house. Linda and Stefan were in place at 11 o’clock in the morning to catch a good viewing spot for the fireworks more than twelve hour later.
The ferry over to Taronga Zoo, opposite the bridge
Happy New Year!
To get back our apartment afterward took almost two hours.
And so -one day later I landed in Sweden. I was met by a dark sky, zero degrees and snow, still not really understanding that I actually left. Australia.