When in Rome Do the Romans. When in Vancouver Become a Hooker.

Vroooooom vroooooooooom vroooooooooooooooooom….

That’s my car – the Volkswagen Jetta. Ok, technically it ain’t mine, it belongs to the car rental company but for four days it was mine. And I decided to take it to Sydney. The only aspects of Easter that trump the chocolate eggs are the four day vacation and hot chicks in skimpy bunny costumes (not necessarily in that order)! Anyway, leaving the chicks and the chocolates aside for now (you bet I’m gonna get back to them soon), let me tell you something interesting about my four day vacation. Five guys, one rented car, 900 km of empty road and 2 hotel room reservations. Now the bane of modern civilization is the Internet. Ironic that I decide to voice this thought on a web blog, but seriously, it is! Rooms reserved on the internet in a hotel that is “In the heart of the city, walking distance from King’s Cross Station with Queen sized beds, laundry facility, blah blah blah” for only $120 per night seemed like a spectacular deal, akin to those pirated DVDs available at Andheri Station for Rs. 40, but only up to the point that the car pulled up to the hotel entrance. The description should have read “In the heart of the city, walking distance from King’s Cross station but more importantly lolling-on-your-bed distance from 25 strip clubs, 10 brothels, 5 ‘massage’ parlours and over a hundred independent ghastly looking pavement hookers.” That was my welcome to Sydney. The rest of the trip probably deserves another blog post, maybe some other time.

In other related news, Choco syrup has left for Vancouver. Since his departure, he has been checking out older but younger looking Oriental women and younger but older looking Caucasian women. All of you, who are wondering why Choco has deported himself to the great white north, have no fear, I have the answer. He has gone there to become a “ghastly looking pavement hooker.” Vancouver will soon be transformed to wank-you-over.