Saturday 14th April (Day 44)
Tonight I was
going out on a night out in the posher and more upper class area of Sydney. I was heading to a bar/club called The Argyle
which was in an area of Sydney called The Rocks. The Rocks is the north most point of downtown
Sydney and it is where the Harbour Bridge begins. It is right next to Circular Quays which was
were the wine tasting was held.
The problem
with going out in The Rocks was I had to dress up in a shirt and proper
shoes. I really don’t feel comfortable
dressing up like this, I am much more of a tee-shirt and canvas trainers type
of guy.
I headed off
with Nick (cool English housemate) on the train to The Rocks. It was late in the evening so all the ticket
barriers at the train station were unmanned and open so we decided not to
bother getting tickets. However this is
a risk because if we got stopped at some point on our journey by a ticket
inspector we would have received an on the spot fine of $200. It isn’t like in England were you can just
buy a ticket on the train. Here no
ticket = $200 fine.
Luckily
no-one was working the train and we made it to The Rocks without being $200
lighter.
The Argyle is
a large red brick building with many windows.
All the windows are covered in black metal bars and the building from
the outside looks like an old prison.
The interior was clearly designed by someone who has a fetish for wood;
everything was made from wood. But not
like Scruffy’s, this was good solid wood.
Walking around inside this club was like walking around the bowels of an
old pirate ship.
Everyone in
the club was dressed in smart evening wear and I think that is what was the
main problem with the place; the atmosphere was just pretty stale. Everyone was just wearing different shades of
grey or black. It felt more like a works
party at a law firm than a night out.
Despite all
of this I did quite like the Argyle. I
guess it is just nice once in a while to go to a club which is actually a clean
and pleasant environment to be in, even when sober. It was just a polar opposite from Scruffy’s,
a place that stinks of booze and body odour.
After a few
uneventful hours at Argyle we went on an equally uneventful bar crawl. I sound like I am complaining but I did have
a good night, just not much to talk about.
No girls who were questionable prostitutes, no bar fights and no people
getting kicked out. We just went from
one sensible bar to the other.
After a while
we decided to head home. We got the
train to The Rocks because it is quite far to walk from Surry Hills where we
live. But we walked the way back and it
didn’t feel long at all. The journey
coming back from a night out always seemed shorter than the journey there.
Anyway
overall I would possibly recommend a night in The Rocks. The place is nice but don’t expect anything
mental.
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| Map from Google |
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| neeaarrhh mateys, the crew of the boring ship! |
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| The toilets are actually unisex here, and the weird illuminated thing in the middle is the sink |
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| Some crazy street with dozens of canary cages hanging above it |
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| We passed this building with a big pile of coal in the middle, it turns out this building is an art gallery and the pile of coal is the main exhibit. I personally think it just looks like a big pile of coal. |
I totally know what you mean about going out dressed up - I much prefer informal t-shirt/trainers (it's much cooler, less restrictive and comfier). Also well done for not getting a $200 ticket; not sure I would've chanced it - it's a lot to pay out especially when you're not earning much, but I guess Nick knew what he was doing so well played. The unisex toilets idea kind of makes me uncomfortable (my last experience at Old Trafford seeing Kings of Leon was one I don't wish to repeat = puddles of piss and queues of loudmouth girls that weren't attractive who were in the mens because the womens had an even bigger queue) but those toilets look ok :D - and yes you're right that is just a pile of coal
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