After parking the car, we began walking to the train station. Half way there, Trevor realizes he does not have his phone. He goes back to the car, and while I wait, I am entertained by the mass migration of students walking to campus.
Trevor buys our train tickets, and after we board, he realizes we need to change trains because he picked the train he was used to taking to go to work. No worries. We arrive at Circular Quay (pronounced key) with a view of the Harbour Bridge. As we walk around the harbour, I notice some medallions in the walkway. These medallions are The New South Wales Ministry for the Arts Writers Walk. The first medallion I see is for Peter Carey who wrote Illywacker, Bliss, Oscar and Lucinda, and The True History of the Kelly Gang. The next one we passed was poet Judith Wright. "Oh, I wrote a paper on her," I said. "You'll probably know all these writers then," Trevor said. "Well, probably not all, " I said as we came across Patrick White, another author I wrote a paper on. Here are the medallions we saw.
So here I am more excited about seeing these writers medallions that the other big attraction, the Sydney Opera House!
We came across a black and white bird that doesn't look at all like a pigeon, but which Trevor says reminds him of one because of its scrounging. Eventually, he looked it up after I said that it might be an ibis, which it was—how smart am I???
We headed into the Rocks area, which is historically important as Sydney's first settlement. We ended up at Pancakes on the Rocks where Trevor had chocolate pancakes and ice cream. I just couldn't do pancakes right then, so I went for a steak, salad, and chips (french fries). Next, we went in search of an ATM so I could draw some of my on holiday funds. While walking through the shopping area, we found an opal store my neighbor Patti recommended called Flame Opals. There were some absolutely beautiful opals in the window, but unless I can find something much less expensive, I will not be treating myself as Patti suggested. We did not find the proper ATM, so while I was ready to crash, Trevor said that I wasn't allowed yet, and we headed closer to the Opera House, saw more medallions, and ventured into the Royal Botanical Gardens. We strolled for a bit, and I saw some kangaroo paw in their natural habitat! (Well, sort of since they were planted in the gardens.) I have some kangaroo paw and lantana in my garden in San Diego.
Finally, I said to Trevor that I was starting to stumble, so we should probably head back. Then we decided that we should probably continue to look for the proper ATM so we would have some $$ as we were to head to the Snowy Mountains early the next morning. We walked up George Street, block after block with plenty of ATMs but not the PROPER ATM. At last one appeared, almost magically. Then, of course, when we went to get on the train, we saw another—isn't that how it always goes? Before we headed to the train, though, Trevor said he wanted to go down this alley he had noticed that he thought had lots of chandeliers hanging in the air. We found the alley, and it was an amazing thing! What were hanging in the air were birdcages! The walkway is called Forgotten Songs and inscribed in the walkway are the names of birds who are no longer found in the area. As you walk through, bird songs play. What a perfect little treasure to find in the middle of the city!
We make the train back to Trevor's area of town. Back at his flat, I am ready to shower and crash. I could have showered, but I wanted to put on pajamas. Trevor said I was still not allowed to crash, so I sent him up the street to get me a coffee. I also repacked in preparation for our road trip, leaving my small suitcase with some clean clothes behind. Around 6 pm, we walked down the street to get the car, drove down another street and parked. We figured we could leave the car for an hour, get dinner, Subway, then by the time we finished, we could park the car by Trevor's flat. Done, done, and done. I hit the shower, met one of Trevor's flatmates Sandra, and crashed in Trevor's bed. It was 7:15 pm.
We came across a black and white bird that doesn't look at all like a pigeon, but which Trevor says reminds him of one because of its scrounging. Eventually, he looked it up after I said that it might be an ibis, which it was—how smart am I???
We headed into the Rocks area, which is historically important as Sydney's first settlement. We ended up at Pancakes on the Rocks where Trevor had chocolate pancakes and ice cream. I just couldn't do pancakes right then, so I went for a steak, salad, and chips (french fries). Next, we went in search of an ATM so I could draw some of my on holiday funds. While walking through the shopping area, we found an opal store my neighbor Patti recommended called Flame Opals. There were some absolutely beautiful opals in the window, but unless I can find something much less expensive, I will not be treating myself as Patti suggested. We did not find the proper ATM, so while I was ready to crash, Trevor said that I wasn't allowed yet, and we headed closer to the Opera House, saw more medallions, and ventured into the Royal Botanical Gardens. We strolled for a bit, and I saw some kangaroo paw in their natural habitat! (Well, sort of since they were planted in the gardens.) I have some kangaroo paw and lantana in my garden in San Diego.
Finally, I said to Trevor that I was starting to stumble, so we should probably head back. Then we decided that we should probably continue to look for the proper ATM so we would have some $$ as we were to head to the Snowy Mountains early the next morning. We walked up George Street, block after block with plenty of ATMs but not the PROPER ATM. At last one appeared, almost magically. Then, of course, when we went to get on the train, we saw another—isn't that how it always goes? Before we headed to the train, though, Trevor said he wanted to go down this alley he had noticed that he thought had lots of chandeliers hanging in the air. We found the alley, and it was an amazing thing! What were hanging in the air were birdcages! The walkway is called Forgotten Songs and inscribed in the walkway are the names of birds who are no longer found in the area. As you walk through, bird songs play. What a perfect little treasure to find in the middle of the city!
We make the train back to Trevor's area of town. Back at his flat, I am ready to shower and crash. I could have showered, but I wanted to put on pajamas. Trevor said I was still not allowed to crash, so I sent him up the street to get me a coffee. I also repacked in preparation for our road trip, leaving my small suitcase with some clean clothes behind. Around 6 pm, we walked down the street to get the car, drove down another street and parked. We figured we could leave the car for an hour, get dinner, Subway, then by the time we finished, we could park the car by Trevor's flat. Done, done, and done. I hit the shower, met one of Trevor's flatmates Sandra, and crashed in Trevor's bed. It was 7:15 pm.
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