Made it to Sydney
Driving Navigating in the countryside is fine, but I’m glad to be rid of the car now that we have made our way into the city. Too bad we didn’t own a nice boat – the harbour is constantly busy.
Driving Navigating in the countryside is fine, but I’m glad to be rid of the car now that we have made our way into the city. Too bad we didn’t own a nice boat – the harbour is constantly busy.
That’s what my husband asked a fellow (but somewhat younger) hosteller. Hubbie was studying the sky, and the other fellow (Irish, it turned out, to no surprise) was hanging his laundry outside as darkness fell in the Hunter Valley. The Irish guy said, in all seriousness, “is that a pub?”
It is in the mid-30s here in the wine-producing Hunter Valley, 150 km from Sydney.
We have walked through several areas of subtropical rainforest. This was taken from the “skywalk” on Dorrigo National Park on the Waterfall Way going inland from the coast to Armidale.
Approaching Broadwater, we stopped to look at the sugar cane fields along the highway. Pulling onto a side road, we found ourselves in the parking lot of a church undergoing restoration and conversion to another use.
Brisbane’s public transit system includes ferries zipping to and fro up and down and across the river. During commuting hours, there are many more people on board, as the river loops through a population of over 2 million.
I was without internet for nigh 60 hours as we went on a weekend excursion to the Sunshine Coast, a couple of hours north of Brissie. Note that I am catching on to Aussie-speak. The first rule is that fewer simpler syllables are better than long complex ones.
When walking a city for hours with no particular purpose except to get to know the place, one stops and reads plaques and cornerstones.