Since Branden and I were pissed we couldn’t find this quickly, I am posting in hopes that in the future, it will help someone not have to deal with what we did.
I was looking for a video since my robot dancing made Sam laugh instead of bequeathing respect.
Co-chillin’ in an internet cafe in King’s Kross, sitting at a computer station almost out the open front door whilst attempting to check my email.
Hotel? Check. Food and coffee? Check. Power converter? Check. Email? No clue…
Dude, has it always been this diffucult to call someone overseas? I thought it was as easy as just dialing in the numbers… stupid phones. I just learned (I think) about international codes (like 011) and country codes (16 for Australia, I think?). Phones are whack, yo. Now I know how non-computer literate people feel about computers; I feel the same way about phones.