Sometimes even the best laid plans fall apart.

I was excited to be arriving in Sydney. Everything had been previously arranged. My good friend Malc was in town at the conclusion of a business trip, and I was to give him a call once I got through the airport. My sister was going to call Malc a bit later. We were going to have lunch, and then meet up with Steph, our hostess. It was going to be good.

"Hello," Malc answers his phone.
I could tell straight away something wasn't right, "Hey, Malc. Did I wake you up or something?"
"I'm in the hospital."

Eight hours and one surgery later and we're finally off!

Malc and Steph on our way to The Rocks

Kangaroo pizza

On the CityRail using Steph's camera on self-timer