The bustling Central Business District of Sydney is more than just a tourist trap.
It’s a maze of winding streets and soaring skyscrapers, where billion dollar deals are struck in polished boardrooms thirty storeys high.
It’s home to one of the most beautiful (and shark-infested) harbours in the world, where some of mankind’s most iconic buildings stand proud.
And when the sun goes down, it’s where the glamorous ladies and gents of Australia’s Entertainment Capital gather. To sit back and relax with a cocktail or seven.
When I first arrived in Sydney, fresh from a not-so-hot life in London, it took me a while to explore the parts of the place most people would have pitched up to immediately.
The Opera House. The Harbour Bridge. The bounty of beaches a bus ride away. I found them, eventually, but there was a lot I needed to figure out. I wasn’t there to be a tourist. I was there to find a new home. A new life.
The same applied to Oscar. But he thought it would be an easy ride. He thought it would be a simple feat, finding his feet. But as we all know, life rarely turns out as simple as you might hope.
So what did he find among the mass of concrete, green and blue in the famous red country Down Under?
More importantly, what would you find? All by yourself on the other side of the world.