Mo Puppies Mo Problems: Welcome to Sunny Sydney

The second plane ride was not quite as enjoyable as the first one. this was in large part due to the baby sitting four seats away that decided that any time i started to sleep was a good time to scream at the top of its lungs. A very pleasant experience. Otherwise it was a survivable ride, if long. We made it through customs even though my dad tried to declare his bag of peanut m&ms. as we were waiting for our bags to appear on the carousel, we saw that a drug dog was sniffing at all the bags. Now american drug dogs are giant, vicious German shepherds. Australian drug dogs are golden retrievers. very small golden retrievers barely surpassing the qualification of puppy. This one was rather adorable and we soon realized that it wasn't actually looking for drugs, but was being trained to look for drugs. It was successful and rewarded. While we were watching, we picked up our bags, and then eft wishing we could take the pup with us. We arrive at the hotel and our room isn't ready. We are directed showers to clean up after 28 hours of travel. When I returned from the shower, my parents revealed that they had grabbed the wrong bag while watching the puppy...Luckily isn't wasn't my bag, but my dad probably isn't too happy that he doesn't have any clothes to change into yet. Lisa, one of the women working at the desk sorted it all out for us, and my dad is currently switching bags at the airport.

how could you not be distracted by this

before sorting out this problems we went for a walk around part of the harbor, and as we were walking someone called out, asking if I went to bowdoin (the bowdoin class of '13 shirt was probably a good hint). Turns out to random strangers had a niece who went to bowdoin. small world. it's only 1:30 here, so the rest of the day will be spent sightseeing like good american tourists
ps, its summer here, much better than snowy maine