Out off the desert at Ayers Rock, I flew to the biggest city of Australia, Sydney (due to heavy turbulences one of my most terrible flights ever). I was very lucky to had my first real Couchsurfing experience as I could stay at the cozy apartment of Peter, a very congenial guy from Rio de Janeiro. Unfortunately I couldn’t make more good experiences in Sydney. While the city has a great surrounding next to the coastline of New South Wales, their inhabitants don’t seem to be happy. I’ve met so many unfriendly persons than in no other place. And I really tried not to be biased, but my first experiences were reconfirmed continually.