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Should I move to Manly or Bondi Beach? I am moving to a Sydney from the US in a couple months and am trying to figure out where exactly I should live. I am definitely keen on the idea of living in a beach neighborhood - and Manly and Bondi are the 2 beaches that I hear about the most! I need some more info and help on deciding which one would be a better fit for me (or if you think there is a better beach area than those 2, let me know as well)...here are some things to factor into my decision: - Commute. The shorter my commute to work is, the better (obviously!) I almost definitely wouldn't want to have a commute more than an hour, and a 45-minute or especially a half-hour commute would be nice. My office will be in North Sydney (5 Blue Street to be exact). I'm not sure I would have a car, so my commuting options would either be a ferry, bus, or train. - Type of people. While I like to go out and have fun, I am a little bit more down-to-earth, so I might not like a beach that is overly pretentious or trendy. From what I've read so far, Manly might be better than Bondi in this regard, but I wouldn't mind more insight on this. - Things to do. I definitely want an area that has a pretty good amount of nightlife, restaurants, shops, sports and beach activities, etc. - Also, other things to consider: I am 30 years old but still like to go out a decent amount at night - but am hoping for an area that has a great nightlife but with a lot of young professionals in their mid-late 20s or early 30s....and not dominated by students and other people in their young 20s. Also, it wouldn't hurt if the suburb I'm in I can get to other fun areas of the city pretty easily. Thanks for your help! Any specifics as to why you think one beach would be a better fit for me, over the other beach, I would greatly appreciate!!! :)

Going to Sydney for 8 days, how's this looking? Ok me and my girlfriend coming in early August, both fit, late 20's, staying roughly in the Darling Harbour area, here's what we got so far... price EXCLUDES lodging, food, and drinks. Day 1 Begins early 8am ish, head to Darling Harbour, check out the Royal Botanical Gardens, Art Gallery of New South Wales, shops, restaurant the opera house, walk over the harbour bridge (not doing the climb, on a tight budget. Once over the bridge, i draw a blank? I know I've been in some cities when you cross the bridge their ain't too much, so any suggestions at this point? Night 1 the Aquarium. Cost: $62.00 ASD (aquarium) Day 2 The blue mountains, want to see Katoomba falls, this fall aboutaustralia.com/a2it_package/… the caves, and whatever wildlife we can spot. Ok, question 1, walk way, cable way, sky ride? Can we get by with just a rental car and good hiking shoes? Speaking of rental cars, looks like cost of the train is over $40ASD each, so logic tells me we should just rent a car? We'd like to get there at sunrise, leave at sunset (can we do that stuff in that time?). Back to Sydney, night 2, bars! Cost $80-??? ASD (car or train+bus) Day 3 Assuming we rented the car... UIuru, Hunter Valley for the wine stuff, or Jervis Bay, whale watch or just enjoy an isolated beach. Probable overnight stay here. COST: Rental Car. Day 4 Return the car. Take the ferry to Manly beach, do the Manly to spit bridge walk. I know it's August, but i'm thinking of doing it polar bear style and jumping in some of the rock pools along the way if applicable. Okay we're at the spit bridge, now what? Night 3, dinner or drinks around the rocks. Cost: $14.00 ASD Manly Ferry Day 5 Back to the beach, from central station take the 374 bus to Coogee Beach (no transfers right?) head to Coogee, walk to Bondi Beach. Put on my polar bear costume, rent surf board and wet suit, brave the water for whatever I can tolerate. Anything else while here? Take bus back to darling harbour. Night 5 Kings Cross. Bus best bet here for transport? Cost: $8 transport, $25 wet suit and board rental Day 6 Suggestions welcome? Night 6, looking for some romantic suggestions, nice evening walk, good restaurant? etc. Day 7 OPEN in case new stuff pops up. Day 8 Enjoy Darling Harbour till about 1pm before Returning to United States. Cost: Don't know. Additional ?'s August what time is sunset? Is the 7 day pass worth it based on my itinerary, or do you think it's better to pay as we go? What's the best option for currency exchange (got screwed not doing my homework for this in Tokyo)?

How do I order drinks at a bar? What should i order? Hey guys, so I'm totally new to this bar-hopping experience, and I was wondering how it worked, preferably for Toronto... When I order, do I just say the name of the drink? If i want a beer or a gin/tonic, do I have to say the brand? And what's the usual tip? 15% like restaurants, or less/more? I'm going with my friend (another girl) so should we sit at a booth, or at the bar or stand around or what? (We have really close birthdays so we agreed to wait to go for the 1st time together... and then we realized we were both clueless, hah). Anyways, we also wanted to know what are good drinks for new girls too. We've drank before, just not at a bar, adn we know not to get alcopops or dirty sex on teh beach breeze politains, shaken not stirred. Are gin and tonics too boring/manly? what's a yummy drink to order that won't be a hassle to order on a sat. night? thanks guys, cheers!

Is this a good story? Walking up the steps to the new school in Paris, France, Marley is more than scared, she’s horrified. Having cousins that lived in France in their younger years, Marley was persuaded to attend Hartley Boarding School in Paris. Hesitantly, putting one foot in front of the other, Marley sticks out like a sore thumb in her new school. Wearing her skinny jeans, flip flops, and a polo, she definitely looks like an American. Not succeeding her goal to fit in a well as possible, she is more discouraged scurrying around, trying to find her room. Arriving at the door of her room, she opens the door. As it squeaks open, she is satisfied with the look of the room, but in the other corner of her room, there is another bed. Set up, and neat as a pin, it looks like Marley is going to have a room mate. Setting her heavy bags and the boxes she has pulled behind her the whole way back from the airport, the door flings open, and a short girl squeals with excitement. Kissing Marley on each cheek, greeting her the way any French girl would, the girl introduces herself. Auctivee. Marley thinks her name is interesting, like nothing she’s ever heard. But Marley would never tell her that she loves her name, when she meets new people she keeps things to herself. Towering over Auctivee, Marley being 5’9”, they walk to the restaurant, to try and find American food. Auctivee, living here for her whole life, and knowing that Marley is experiencing something new; she leads them to the American restaurant. Walking into the Café, Marley is more and more homesick. Being in France for only a day so far makes her homesick already, she cannot stop thinking about her home. She wants to home. Marley misses the smell of the crisp ocean air. She misses the way she could walk anywhere, everything was so close. She misses the beach club and kayaking over something that looks like a field of jelly fish. She misses the quietness of the little neighborhood, nothing like the city sounds in Paris. After the horrible lunch Marley picked through, and Auctivee devoured, thinking it was delicious, they walked back to the school. Stopping at the restroom, it was the filthiest restroom Marley has ever stepped foot in. Trying not to gag, she walked to the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Noticing how frizzy her curly brown hair is, she takes the French braids out of her hair, and sleeks back her hair in a pony tail, her every day hairstyle. Holding her arms up above her head to twist the elastic around her hair, her shirt came up, showing her pierced bellow button that she has been hiding from her parents for awhile. Pulling down her shirt, and stretching her undershirt out, she walks out of the restroom, gasping for air. Auctivee is more than friendly to Marley, she talks all the time, and extremely quick, she probably told Marley her whole life story over lunch, and Marley wasn’t even paying attention. The reason Marley isn’t talking is because she is insecure about the sound of her voice and thinks the tone is quite manly and she is shy. Starting to get annoyed, Marley decided if she talked more then Auctivee would talk less, although not wanting to, Marley thinks it’s best if she starts a conversation. Auctivee is entertained and thinks Marley is hilarious. “So, you’ve lived here your whole life?” Marley asks trying to stop Auctivee from talking. “Ya… and you’re from, where?” Auctivee answers hesitantly and annoyed because it shows that Marley wasn’t listening over lunch. “Cool! I’m from the cape.” “Coo? The Cape?” said Auctivee in her innocent French accent, struggling with the American slang. “Cool means ‘iketeru’ in French, and the Cape is Cape Cod, I live in Hyannis Port.” Showing that she knows French, Auctivee was a little ticked because she was struggling all day. Since Auctivee speaks French, and some English, she struggles to understand Marley, but is intrigued by her Boston accent. Marley knows her French, and she knows she should make it easier on Auctivee, so she doesn’t have to think about the words, but decides the more Auctivee listens the more she can’t talk. Auctivee is caring enough to help Marley unpack her things, to make the room more like home, but Marley can’t stand when people touch her personal items. Auctivee backs off, and says she’s going to her apartment, which is right down the street, but Marley thinks she startled Auctivee with how harsh she had been about her things. Taking her pictures out one by one, the pictures of her house, the beach, her brother and sister make her depressed the most. Ready to take a nap, exhausted after the hours spent on the plane, Auctivee bursts through the squeaky door, screaming and swearing in French. She doesn’t realize that Marley understood the curses she puts on her little brother. Marley doesn’t understand how Auctivee could say such things about her family, and realizes Auctivee’s first impression was false. Living with Auctivee is it got cut off! :( is it good so far it is a character sketch to describe one person in a short story its not a book or any sort of genre it is a character sketch to describe one person in a short story its not a book or any sort of genre what would be a good title for this story

Whats a good title for this short story? Walking up the steps to the new school in Paris, France, Marley is more than scared, she’s horrified. Having cousins that lived in France in their younger years, Marley was persuaded to attend Hartley Boarding School in Paris. Hesitantly, putting one foot in front of the other, Marley sticks out like a sore thumb in her new school. Wearing her skinny jeans, flip flops, and a polo, she definitely looks like an American. Not succeeding her goal to fit in a well as possible, she is more discouraged scurrying around, trying to find her room. Arriving at the door of her room, she opens the door. As it squeaks open, she is satisfied with the look of the room, but in the other corner of her room, there is another bed. Set up, and neat as a pin, it looks like Marley is going to have a room mate. Setting her heavy bags and the boxes she has pulled behind her the whole way back from the airport, the door flings open, and a short girl squeals with excitement. Kissing Marley on each cheek, greeting her the way any French girl would, the girl introduces herself. Auctivee. Marley thinks her name is interesting, like nothing she’s ever heard. But Marley would never tell her that she loves her name, when she meets new people she keeps things to herself. Towering over Auctivee, Marley being 5’9”, they walk to the restaurant, to try and find American food. Auctivee, living here for her whole life, and knowing that Marley is experiencing something new; she leads them to the American restaurant. Walking into the Café, Marley is more and more homesick. Being in France for only a day so far makes her homesick already, she cannot stop thinking about her home. She wants to home. Marley misses the smell of the crisp ocean air. She misses the way she could walk anywhere, everything was so close. She misses the beach club and kayaking over something that looks like a field of jelly fish. She misses the quietness of the little neighborhood, nothing like the city sounds in Paris. After the horrible lunch Marley picked through, and Auctivee devoured, thinking it was delicious, they walked back to the school. Stopping at the restroom, it was the filthiest restroom Marley has ever stepped foot in. Trying not to gag, she walked to the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Noticing how frizzy her curly brown hair is, she takes the French braids out of her hair, and sleeks back her hair in a pony tail, her every day hairstyle. Holding her arms up above her head to twist the elastic around her hair, her shirt came up, showing her pierced bellow button that she has been hiding from her parents for awhile. Pulling down her shirt, and stretching her undershirt out, she walks out of the restroom, gasping for air. Auctivee is more than friendly to Marley, she talks all the time, and extremely quick, she probably told Marley her whole life story over lunch, and Marley wasn’t even paying attention. The reason Marley isn’t talking is because she is insecure about the sound of her voice and thinks the tone is quite manly and she is shy. Starting to get annoyed, Marley decided if she talked more then Auctivee would talk less, although not wanting to, Marley thinks it’s best if she starts a conversation. Auctivee is entertained and thinks Marley is hilarious. “So, you’ve lived here your whole life?” Marley asks trying to stop Auctivee from talking. “Ya… and you’re from, where?” Auctivee answers hesitantly and annoyed because it shows that Marley wasn’t listening over lunch. “Cool! I’m from the cape.” “Coo? The Cape?” said Auctivee in her innocent French accent, struggling with the American slang. “Cool means ‘iketeru’ in French, and the Cape is Cape Cod, I live in Hyannis Port.” Showing that she knows French, Auctivee was a little ticked because she was struggling all day. Since Auctivee speaks French, and some English, she struggles to understand Marley, but is intrigued by her Boston accent. Marley knows her French, and she knows she should make it easier on Auctivee, so she doesn’t have to think about the words, but decides the more Auctivee listens the more she can’t talk. Auctivee is caring enough to help Marley unpack her things, to make the room more like home, but Marley can’t stand when people touch her personal items. Auctivee backs off, and says she’s going to her apartment, which is right down the street, but Marley thinks she startled Auctivee with how harsh she had been about her things. Taking her pictures out one by one, the pictures of her house, the beach, her brother and sister make her depressed the most. Ready to take a nap, exhausted after the hours spent on the plane, Auctivee bursts through the squeaky door, screaming and swearing in French. She doesn’t realize that Marley understood the curses she puts on her little brother. Marley doesn’t understand how Auctivee could say such things about her family, and realizes Auctivee’s first impression was false. Living with Auctivee is