Today, 27th of September, we have another change of address. We are subletting an apartment in Bronte. It is a close walk to the beach, really on the border of Waverly and Bronte.
Getting My Caffeine Fix!
The owner is an American from Boston. He is at the apartment when we arrive which was good since he showed me how to use his espresso machine. Yay!!!! I won’t have to go in search of a café for my morning caffeine fix. There it is… in the far corner.
Home till we go to New Zealand
I don’t hear a Bostonian accent and it turns out he has been here for 15 years. However he has American mayo, mustard and hot sauce in the fridge so he still hangs on to some American customs. Mayo here is nauseatingly sweet, as is the tartar sauce. I am liking this place already. The studio is nice and airy with pretty much everything that you could need.
Bill is going to Cambodia and I am immediately jealous. But what am I saying? I was there and I am now in Australia all in one year. And New Zealand is next. I think how fortunate I have been. This year has been truly chockfull of incredible experiences.
We also have a cat. Though he doesn’t technically belong to the apartment since it’s Bill’s girlfriend’s cat who lives two apartments down the hall. But he visits… a lot.
And fancies himself as the local “Don”
Overseeing His Territory
You can’t see it in this photo but we can see the ocean from here.
The day is spent unpacking and making myself at home and when I wake up the next day I am ready to become Lidia The Explorer once more! I am dropped off not far from the Circular Quay where the impressive Sydney Opera is. I choose to come back to this area since I am familiar with it. Tomorrow I will be more adventurous. Besides, I needed a place to meet someone who I have been emailing with, Dianne. I belong to a travel group on-line called The Travelzine. We have GTG (get-together) with local people from the group when someone visits. It is really a lovely set of people.
Already I am enjoying the walk. I like to walk leisurely and capture familiar scenes from unfamiliar viewpoints.
Train Tracks from Above
It is around 10 am and the city looks almost deserted. This is a city that sometimes makes you wonder if it really is inhabited.
I am spotting a yacht I wouldn’t mind being on.
I forgo the water and head inland where I will meet with my Travelzine friends. The easiest and most recognizable place is the Customs House which is a library now. Makes me smile that the street has a reminder as to where to look before you cross. My mind adds “You, clueless visitor, do not cross before looking both ways or else you will be run over.”
But it would be hard to be run over here ‘cause drivers are -as a rule- super courteous towards pedestrians.
There’s a bird roaming around the street. Nobody pays any head to it. I figure this is Aussie’s equivalent of pigeons. I’ll have to find out what they call it. The photo isn’t a good one –the darn thing would not pose- but I think I will easily be able to capture a good one on other walks. Sydney is starting to bloom. Keep forgetting that it’s spring. This is a reminder for me.
I get to the Customs House. A local meeting point and a building you will see in more of my posts.
Though I was going to avoid the harbor, it beckons and after I find my new friends Dianne and Murray we head to the water for a drink and a chat. After a few hours I say good-bye and head out to do some more exploring.
These stairs try to guide me back up to land. But I do not climb them and am rewarded with the image of this duck, calmly swimming in the harbor among ferries, yachts, and others.
I am feeling a bit tired. The bus pass comes out. You can buy these bus passes in most newspaper stands. Handy to have since some buses are “pre-paid only”.
Once back in my neighborhood I am reminded by this sign that though we speak the same language I may actually need (considering the accent and the slang) a dictionary to translate some things.
Translation: Do Not Block the Intersection!
Tomorrow I am taking a sightseeing double-decker bus and expanding my horizon.