The washer dryer for our floor is very conveniently located next to the apartment and since I have woken up early I decide to be domestic and do a load of laundry. I go out in my pajamas for I intend to climb back into bed and write my blog. And I do so, however I am not alone. Sox decides that I am an okay human to cuddle up to and as I go into bed he jumps up and snuggles. I try to put my computer somewhere on my lap but Sox is quite big and heavy and is already asleep. And I wouldn’t want to disturb him. I have other errands to run once my laundry is done and, fortunately, Sox decides he will continue his nap under the sun so I am free to go to the shoe repair place. I have brought my Born boots that served me so well in the fall when I went to Paris and I hope that they will keep my feet warm and dry in the cold that we will encounter in New Zealand. But the heels are worn and I want to have them in tip-top shape for the trip. Once I hand them in I’m off to the bus (I’m so glad to have my bus pass. This is a pre-pay only bus. ) that will take me to Circular Quay which is where I saw a stop for the City Sightseeing Hop on-Hop offbus that I am taking today.
The tourist bus stop is in front of the Customs House (which is a library now, as you must know by now). The place is not very busy today and a Silver Gull (the most common of gulls around here) is the one who greets me.
Today I am focused on reflections and the juxtaposition of old and new construction. Sydney has a lot of that to offer. But I am visually digressing. I must get my tourist mode on and jump on the Sydney Sightseeing double-decker bus to get a lay of the land and get an idea of what areas I would want to revisit. The bus is $40 for 24 hours. It’s a bit breezy today but I am just taking the plunge. Here we go… We pass the area of Kings Cross that I would equate a bit to 42nd St. in New York when it was filled with adult entertainment both in the buildings as on the streets. Woolloomooloo with its converted warehouses (into apartments –flats for the Aussies- on the upper floors and hip restaurants on the ground floor) also offers a really nice view of the city. May be a place I would like to revisit.
Harry’s Café de Wheels is famous for its meat pies which is a staple for Australians. Terrace houses are my new obsession. They were built in the 1800’s and are heritage protected so, at least on the outside, they are exactly as they were back then. They are everywhere and my camera likes them just as much as I do so please bear with me for I will bring them to you a lot.
Onward to Darling Harbour where the only casino in Sydney is. It is also a huge shopping center. Bustling.
Still liking the new/old overlapping. And still enjoying looking at now familiar fixtures from a not so common perspective. Here is the Harbour Bridge from below. And the top of old buildings at eye level. So far this has been a “hop on and just don’t get off” bus for me but as soon as I spot the Sydney Tower Eye I know I’m hopping off and getting on that elevator to the top. Bus Driver, please stop! He did. I buy a ticket for the Tower at $25 so I won’t have to wait on line and though it would later turn out that there was no line, I did save $1 by buying it on the bus. As expensive as Sydney is, every little bit counts! Just in case I am not going to get dizzy enough up on top, the stairs to get to the fourth floor from where the elevator departs, is dizzying enough! There is a Skywalk where you actually walk outside but it’s very windy, you have to change into what looks a skydiving outfit, I’m scared of heights, I can’t take my camera and it costs $40 so I am content to just look outside through the windows. The photos speak for themselves so I’ll shush up now and let you enjoy.
I delight in the snapshots of daily entertainment the bowling club provides me as I walk home. I look up and love what I see. And once home am happy that it is not dark enough and I can still grab a quick view of the water from my window. Feeling almost as if I’m a part of it all here.