Oh, Sydney.
We just went to visit our capital city for a few days. Since I don't know my way around at all I was being driven around this city by my partner, my head virtually hanging out the window to soak up the mish-mash of cultures, people, smells, and architecture. I'm still feeling queasy from a dubious experince in Chinatown. Or maybe it was a combination of that and memory-deleting amounts of alcohol at a gay bar on Sunday night. My legs are still sore from the mammoth walk we did along the harbour, looking at light installations and people and fire shows. My mind is overloaded with snippets from exhibitions and sights and wonders.
Could I live there? I don't think so. Maybe. I think that mash of people would send me insane.
Could I visit, as much as possible, indefinately? Hell yes. I don't ever want to tire of looking up at the struts of the harbour bridge while we drive over it. I don't want to lose that amazement of somanybuildings and so MUCH sandstone. I think I probably would if I was a "local".
Anyhow, some picures from the light festival should pop up here within the next couple of days....
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Thank goodness for that final sentence, Vic. By the time I was half way through reading this i was GAGGING for photos!
Lots, please!
Your word verification thingie today is "rotorkey". I'm sure I had one of those once but I'm damned if I can find it now.
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