Friday the 13th. We went to buy some cookies in the morning, gotten the luggage from Chantal, and then we headed off for Sydney. A 2.5 hours drive. Everything was fine till we reached the Mercure hotel in Sydney (excluding the fact that we almost got lost ‘cos the GPS wasn’t working). Apparently, DY asked the hotel staff if the car can go into the carpark, and he said yes… but when my cousin reached, the height limit was lower. And he attempted to drive out, which somehow caused the roof of the van to be flattened, and hit the sprinkler and caused the fire alarm to go off. Terrible… Long story. Everyone wasn’t really in the mood to eat or shop after that. What can I say about Sydney? Messy.