G’Day Mate! Let’s Throw Another Shrimp on the Barbie

I hope you recognize that quote from Dumb and Dumber (that Lloyd Christmas!).

Well, I almost missed my flight to Vancouver, and not because I overslept. ¬†The traffic to get to O’Hare was absolutely felonious, so I checked into my flight (couldn’t do it online) at 6:41PM. ¬†(The cut-off was 6:44PM.). Then I made it through security in 3 minutes. ¬†That, my friends, is a sheer miracle.

The layover in Vancouver was just short enough. ¬†And the 15 hour flight to Sydney reinforces my belief that a long flight is better than one to Europe. ¬†According to my FitBit, ¬†I slept 7 1/2 hours of glorious, deep sleep. ¬†Fortunately I should say, because I got to the hotel five hours before check-in time, and my room wasn’t ready. ¬†So I dropped my bags off and headed for Sydney Harbour.

I started in the Royal Botanical Gardens.  This is like Central Park except much prettier and more sculpted (literally, there are a lot of sculptures).  It was such a pretty spot in the middle of the expansive Sydney skyline crowded with ultra-modern skyscrapers.

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My favorite sculpture is the last one, because it’s like a Redcoat and an ancient Greek made a love child. ¬†It really makes no sense at all. ¬†Also, I’ve said it many times – if it’s a sign, it means it’s happened:

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How does one get locked in a public garden? ¬†Actually, it’s probably better not to know.

From the Gardens, it’s an easy walk to the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House.

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I’ve seen so many pictures of this view, but it’s still never what you expect

That’s the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge, which I’m considering climbing. ¬†(I’m not sold on it yet.) This is taken from the steps of the Opera House. ¬†So many people were running past on their lunch hour, and I’m sure every one of them hated dodging all the tourists like me (there were a LOT of us).

I wanted to take the ferry to Darling Harbour, but I’d just missed one (side note: ¬†I learned this from a Hemsworth lookalike with an Australian accent. ¬†I have found probably a dozen men like this in one day who I would support being the father of my children.) ¬†Annnnyway, I had just missed that ferry, so I got on the other one just to ride around the harbor. ¬†I definitely felt like one of the homeless guys who spends the night on the Red Line just ridin’ the rails. ¬†I was right though – it provided much better views!

I don’t know if I prefer the message of SAFETY FIRST or the terrifyingly creepy face that served I don’t know what purpose at that amusement park.

Also, I got several shots in front of the Opera House, but my favorite is out on the water because I clearly couldn’t figure out how to aim the selfie stick.

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From the entrance.  I was that jerk blocking the locals from running

After walking through Circular Quay and The Rocks, I saw a dumpling bar.  We can all agree now that my sabbatical has morphed into a world dumpling tour, so I was there faster than stink on a monkey (credit:  Kramer).  Unfortunately they were out of the barbecue duck and jade prawn ones, so I had scallop and vegetable:

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Sauces for days

Since it’s “winter,” it was dark by 5:30, and that combined with the time difference, meant that I fell asleep (on my big, luxurious hotel bed) at 6:15. ¬†But I woke up just in time to get some Indian takeaway for dinner.

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My last thing is that there are sushi stands everywhere. ¬†Including this one in an Underground station (I’ll get into how awesome they are later).

Off to find Liane Moriarty!

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