Getting to Victoria Park is no easy task. Well it should be, but it wasn’t. My hotel, which advertises on their website to being a Mardi Gras and LGBT community supporter knew nothing about the event, or where Victoria Park was. I then just headed down to the city, where two taxi drivers told me they had never heard of the park, and that I must have the name wrong. Luckily, after about 40 minutes, a police officer pointed me in the right direction.
Now, I’ve heard about the Aussie sun before, but now I know the true meaning of “Being Naked.” It was hot, and not a cloud in the sky. The park was full of music, food, promotional and awareness booths, a pet show, games, and just friends getting together for a regular day in the park.
It was a long day, but a very interesting introduction to Sydney. The community here is much more established, and free than in Taiwan and the Philippines. For me it had a much different feel, and I am still trying to put my finger on it. Still jet-lagged and sunburnt, I slowly made the walk back to King’s Cross, and passed out in my bunk.
(Travel Experiences of WWP Photographer ~ Charles Meacham)