Our final full day in Sydney, what haven’t we seen? We bought tickets to go on coach tours, that would take us all around the CBD, out to Bondi Beach, and generally let us travel on the Sydney transport system itself.
Jumped on a red bus, it would take us around the central bits. Realizing we’d not had breakfast we jumped off and found a wee café that looked good.
I fancied a sausage and egg soda, but settled for a bacon and egg bap, M wanted scrambled egg on toast. Two coffees. The waitress came back and told M, that scrambled eggs were two dollars extra! Really I thought. I should put scrambled on my menu. Anyway, it was only $27 but no tip.
Out we went into yet more sunshine. Ah look, a bus for Bondi. We jumped on and set off for the beach, through every suburb in between. We eventually got to the beach, but we thought it was going to be massive. It was shorter than that other world famous shrine to the golden bodies, Tyrella. It had all the ingredients right, beautiful people, good surf, and warm sunshine. Just what you’d expect from Portrush even.
After heading back into town we jumped on a ferry to Darling Harbour, darling. We had a small lunch, pumpkin and spinach quiche for me, and a toasty for M. I wouldn’t be in a hurry to get mine again! A very interesting place to visit. Loads to see, and although we thought it was miles from our hotel, it was only about 7 blocks away.
We walked home, following the same course as the monorail. I thought Adam would love this, every time one cruised past above our heads. This I think was a legacy from the Olympics. We had an occasional beer on the walk back, marvelling at all the commuters, racing to get home. I wondered if any of them would be writing a blog about their day.
Back at the hotel, we got dressed up and had dinner in house.
The Parkside restaurant in the hotel was very grand. People wore long trousers and shirts, if not suits. And that was only the women.
M had pate to start, and I went for the seared Tuna. Both absolutely delicious, M had a big sirloin cooked to perfection while I opted for the kangaroo, mate. Both courses a treat. Two G&T two glasses of wine, and a $147.50 bill. Considering the quality of the food, it was possibly cheaper than back at home. A walk around the park followed and then the ould legs just about gave up. Where’s that huge bed?
It was with sadness that we packed this morning. Sydney has been a wonderful host to us. The people special, and the sights, awesome.
I’d seen an advertising thingy on the hotel tourist tv channel telling of a rotating restaurant on floor 47 of a building very close to ours. We went over and decided to go up to maybe get a glimpse out of the window. We ended up having coffees and sitting there for the full 105 minutes it takes to do a single revolution. We saw a panorama of Sydney in comfortable surroundings for the princely sum of $15 which included three coffees and a tip.
Since we would be in the airport for two hours and a further hour on the flight we had a very pleasant farewell lunch on the waterfront. We called in at The Sydney Cove Oyster bar. M thought I should get some oysters down my neck, and this I did. A bottle of NZ Huia Gewurtz at $53, a plate of assorted crustaceans and a pate for M cost in total $116. It was the wine again. The food again was fabulous and the service as usual, very good.
We walked back to the hotel and got the minibus to the airport. Another adventure behind us.
The trip was expensive to say the least. The memories we’ll take away from it are priceless. The things we saw are engraved on our souls. Was it worth it? Dam right it was. Especially when we saw Nicola and Trev waiting for us at the other end.
Goodnight.
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