It started well yesterday. I was up early (ish). Do some research then head off, perhaps up the Sydney Tower. Few clouds and what felt like a warm morning.

Lunchtime and the rain started. Slow at first, the sky becoming a mass of grey. Sydney Tower was out of the question now. Not a lot to do instead as the rain continued to come down, getting heavier and heavier.

The afternoon was spent working on my own websites, bits of promotion, bits of improvement.

Coming back to the hostel I was soaked. Well and truly. Had to rush out to buy a pizza so I could eat, certainly wasn't going to go far for food.

It's still raining this morning. Although that doesn't stop the prostitutes - I've already had the offer of a massage and something else. 

I should point out that I like rain. This country needs it and I'm so used to it in England that it doesn't bother me. In the words of David Coverdale, "No one understand the heartache, no one feels the pain, no one ever sees the tears when you're crying in the rain."

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