Before traveling overseas, I have been asking my friends what was the first thing they did when they arrived in a new country. The answers ranged from weird to abnormal (Kaly this refers to your ‘marking the territory’ reply 
). Coming back to me, the first thing I did after landing on foreign soil was invade the men’s restroom. Yeah, I am that stupid. And, the signs in the Malaysia airport were of no help. Luckily I was stopped right at the door and redirected. The women’s washroom was on the other end and Gawd I ran like I had never run before, hiding my face.
Sydney is multi- cultured place and till now I haven’t seen many Australians around. Whoever I assume to be Australian turns out to be either Irish or British. The suburb where I live has mostly Korean population. There are Korean food stalls, Korean markets and beautiful Korean people all around. It’s like living in a Walking-talking Korean movie. 
Have been stuffing myself with salmon and prawns sushi ever since
During the first few days, the winter cold was brutal mostly because I didn’t bring enough winter clothing (but still managed to pack all my quilling tools ). I had made a small cocoon of huge blankets in the bed and would come out only if necessary. Yeah I went into a temporary hibernation. The temperature drops to 5 degrees at night sometimes. But it’s quite pleasant these days with the sun occasionally showing up. The summer would fall in Dec and Jan.
I don’t remember how many times I have bumped into poles and people, stumbled and staggered while figuring out constellations in the night sky. The Southern Hemisphere sky map is completely different from Northern Hemisphere. There are stars I have never seen before, shapes I have never known before. B is of no help, again. He lets me hit lamp-posts saying, “This is a free world. If you want to hit your head while walking, go ahead!!!”
View from my office:
View near my office.
Ace. Your writing about difference in hemisphere is a bloody oath. G’day, mate.