Day 54
The next morning, we left early to head back to KLIA2. After all, we had an 8-hour flight to Sydney ahead of us. Nothing eventful happened at the airport except that I tried an iced mocha from McDonald’s for the first time. It was approximately average in quality. I just couldn’t figure out why I had never ordered that before. Anyway. After the very, very long flight to Sydney, and the even longer wait for Australian customs (ok, not actually), we finally met up with our hosts at the airport. Elio and I split off to the house of Ted Blamey, our primary coordinator in Sydney, who has been hosting the Dins for more than 20 years.
Day 55
One thrilling part about Sydney is that it was our second-longest stop of all of tour, after Japan. This meant plenty of time to enjoy the Australian winter! Elio and I took the bus straight to downtown Sydney, where we regrouped with other Dins to grab a bite to eat and admire the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Sydney Opera House. Needless to say, it’s an absolutely stunning city. Also, there was a dude with a parrot by the Opera House. We then took the ferry to Manly Beach - one of the best parts about Sydney is the extensive ferry transit that’s available. This would be one of the core aspects of our stay. (Sean and Mattheus boasted about taking 8 ferries in one day.) The ferry included stunning views of Sydney Harbour as we pulled away, and we admired the gorgeous views at beautiful Manly Beach. Elio and I hiked up a rocky area to get a bird’s-eye view as the sun was setting, before returning to Ted’s house to get ready for a gig. We had our biennial performance at the Royal Sydney Yacht Squadron, where we sang two sets for guests while enjoying a fancy dinner and chatting with guests in-between our stay. The important part of the night, though, is that a very kind gentleman named Stuart offered for Mattheus, Sean, and I to join him on his yacht the next day. We eagerly accepted.
Day 56
For Mattheus, Sean and I, our morning consisted of said yacht trip. This was in fact a yacht race out in the harbour, which was peppered with boats everywhere. However, due to the low wind conditions making it hard for the boat to sail with any solid momentum, we had to drop out of the race, resorting to a casual trip with wine, cheese and crackers, and spectacular views. Needless to say, we were thrilled to have this opportunity, and it was definitely one of the most exciting things we did on all of tour. Stuart, who was quite generous to us all day, further treated us to cheese and crackers back at the Royal Sydney Yacht Squadron. That night was a night off for the group. Ted took me out to dinner and brought me to a spectacular and fascinating one-woman performance of Dracula. Finally, I played some piano while Elio sang back at the house, and we turned in for the night with another big day ahead.
Day 57
The next day was one of the more…eventful ones of tour. As a Blamey resident, I had the solemnly sworn duty to help Ted prepare for the big event: the biennial host families potluck at his house that evening. Elio and I spent the day arranging furniture, picking out music, and helping Ted prepare all of his part of the food for that evening. This took essentially the entire day, other than a brief grocery store trip I made with Ted to get some ingredients. Disaster struck that evening. Shortly before the potluck began, as we were putting out the last of the food, some eggplant dip fell on a slice of celery, rendering it unserviceable. Not wanting to waste the food, I decided to simply eat it - logical, right? Well, in my haste to get things ready, and with my guard down, I forgot to check the ingredients. Dismayed, I ran to the packaging, only to discover that the one time I forgot to look, it contained sesame paste. Unfortunate. I informed Ted of the situation and valiantly asked him to carry on with the event as usual in my honor (I’m so brave, aren’t I?). I used an EpiPen and, feeling better after that, opted to Uber to the hospital to keep things simple (don’t worry, it was very close by). I was required to stay in the hospital for 4 hours under Australian law despite the fact that I was mostly fine by this point. On the plus side, the doctor gave me some recommendations for things to check out around Bondi Beach. As I left, I was asked to pay, given that I’m not an Australian citizen. I realized I forgot my wallet in my haste to leave the house. In a comical turn of events, the hospital accepted an Apple Pay from me. I rushed back to Ted’s house in an Uber, hoping the event was still going - sure enough, as I walked into the house, I heard the unmistakable sound of Sh’boom. Timing myself carefully, I ran downstairs at precisely the moment the joke break ended, popping back into the song just in time for the second half, to the great shock of everyone else. It turned out to be our last song of the night, but I was glad to get to participate after all (and there was still food left!). I’m not sure what everyone else did for the rest of this fine day, but I’m sure it was just as eventful.
Day 58
Elio and I headed back to downtown Sydney to enjoy a morning at the Royal Botanical Gardens, as the Dins continued to enjoy our many hours available to explore Sydney. We then headed over to the famous Bondi Beach. Unfortunately, there was no swimming allowed; due to weather, the ocean was in some of the roughest conditions that I’ve ever seen. The pool that the doctor at the hospital had recommended was literally indistinguishable from the ocean because it was so flooded. We grabbed a delicious lunch at Betty’s Burgers while I searched for (and failed to find) a working ATM. That night was a public gig at a jazz venue downtown called Foundry616. The venue was super nice and had a great atmosphere; we tried to make the most of what would be our second-to-last performance of all of World Tour. To cap off the night, the group decided to go out for drinks with Ted. We had a strong enough contingent of tails-clad college students that we got a rooftop bar Ted liked to reopen service for us after they had ended for the night. The place had a great view of the Opera House and the harbour, and we reminisced knowing that this was our second to last day of tour.
Day 59
Well, folks, congratulations if you’ve read this far – this it it! The final day of World Tour 2024. Thank you for your time, and I hope you’ve enjoyed our adventures as much as we have (you probably have not, I’m guessing). We hope to see you on the new tour blog page in 2026. Anyway, for our last day, I knew I had just one thing left to do on my bucket list for tour: climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge. On this particular morning, there were no takers to do so, so I went ahead and decided to do it myself. It isn’t all that much of a “climb” - it’s like a walk, followed by a staircase, but you are fully suited up for wind (it’s chilly up there) and harnessed in case you fall. Nonetheless, so long as you aren’t expecting any actual physical challenge or intensity, it’s an incredible experience. By the time we reached the top of the bridge, my jaw was dropped at the stunning views of the harbour and the city. I got some fantastic (expensive, though that’s a given) photos of me up there as well. If you’re ever in Sydney and have the time to spare, I’d highly recommend doing the climb. It’s a blast. Anyway, other Dins also took advantage of our last day, exploring the city, and I believe a contingent went to the zoo as well. I met up with Mattheus and Sean at the Sydney Fish Market after the climb, where we had some delicious fresh fish and sashimi. We all regrouped at Ted’s house for the “Din Last Supper,” where Carolyn had exquisitely prepared a 5-course menu consisting of mostly joke songs or joke interpretations of our songs for us. To celebrate the end of the incredible journey, we each got to choose something off the menu to sing. (Thanks to Ted for sitting back and listening to some of the worst, most deranged renditions of our music he’s probably ever heard.) It was an afternoon filled with laughter and reminiscing, and even some tears as the night approached. But as they say, there’s no crying in a cappella. We had to get dressed in tails because we had a second night booked at Foundry616. We enjoyed another wonderful crowd, really letting ourselves make the most of each song, intro, joke, and everything. Afterwards, several Dins split off to head to bed, with an early flight home the next day. Many of us, though, decided to head out to do some karaoke, an absolutely fitting ending to this once-in-a-lifetime (or twice, I suppose) journey. And thus, that brings us to the end. We’ve all made memories that will last a lifetime, and I know none of us will ever forget what we’ve done together over these 9 weeks. Personally, I’m - first of all - beyond proud of each and every Din for persevering far beyond normal limits of exhaustion and hectic travel and vocal duress every single day. I know I speak for everyone in saying we’re extremely grateful to have had this opportunity. To those who will return in 2026, we will see you in your favorite city then!
Signing off for the final time,
Ben #278