Yesterday, whilst walking into town via Kings Cross (the dodgy red light area), we came across a man who collapsed in front of us. Two English girls were there too, and another man called an ambulence. We tried to help him and get him into the recovery position, but our efforts were hampered a little by him having a syringe in his hand and us not fancying getting stabbed by it. The two English girls were great and when he started to come round they tried to get him talking. He'd turned blue!
Eventually an ambulence came and removed him. It was all a bit horrible. Anne and I went for a (cheap) Italian meal in Kings Cross in the evening and saw the same guy sleeping it off on a bench.
Probably a side of Sydney we'd rather not see, but then we can only afford to live in areas where that sort of thing's rife.
Moral: Don't do drugs kids.