|I like the friendly lady to the right of the Funk House getting her smoke on|
After our arrival on Saturday, we settled in by walking around the neighborhood. Had I done more research, I would have known that Kings Cross is pretty much the red light district of Sydney. It's a bit of Vegas meets Lower East Side but a lot dirtier. Since the weather was humid, gloomy and rainy, we didn't explore too much and holed ourselves into our non air conditioned, trapezoidal, tiny room.
|Paul enjoying our fantastic view...|
Karen, I took these photos for you...although I'm sure I would have been compelled to anyway to prove the existence of such a place. If only I could share how the place smelled through this blog. Paul's description of the men's bathroom almost made me want to puke and I think he wanted to puke every morning he subjected himself to the stink.
|Stairs leading up to the hot, stinky chambers|
|Walking the halls of the Funk House|