Baranagarangaroona

May 24th, 2022

Yesterday Sue an I woke early like roosters, and decided to walk over the same bridge that we had climbed the day prior! We wanted to do it for its own sake, and to visit a secret garden hidden just over the other side.

To get there we walked along the harbour walk that winds past Barangaroo, the new casino-that-isn’t-yet-a-casino. The weather was lovely and the new foreshore development was great and I’ll almost certainly do this walk almost every time I visit from now on. It led right to the bridge, over which we then strolled!

That’s the view looking back from the northwest side, and you can see Luna Park on the left. It may look cold and menacing, but it was actually quite comfortable. Right behind us from where this photo was taken was Wendy’s Secret Garden, which is an eccentric fairytale garden designed and built over many years by a Sydney artist.

After the return to the CBD and lunch it was time to head to Newcastle and mum’s, and the long-awaited reunion:

Dinner was meat pies followed by a Toobs binge:

You can bet this won’t be the first bag of Toobs I’ll be inhaling this trip 🙂

Finally, I’ve Climbed The Bridge

May 23rd, 2022

Sue came down to Sydney today and surprised me with a belated birthday gift: we were climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge!

The entire endeavour took just over 3.5 hours including about an hour of setup and safety training. We had to strip to our underwear before donning full body climb suits, a safety harness, two hats, a radio, rain pants and a rain coat. We were part of a group of 14, and by request we were at the front of the line (since I knew I’d have a lot of questions).

We couldn’t bring anything with us which meant no phone, so I grabbed the above pic from the internet just to show scale. At all times you are connected to a rail that would catch you if you fell, and every action is rehearsed in a ‘simulator’ even before you start the climb.

The views from the very top were of course breathtaking (that’s another pic from the net above) but even underneath (the road) or inside the main structure there was lots to see including the harbour about 450 feet below.

There’s me at the top to prove I did it! I loved everything about the climb and highly recommend it if you’re ever in town.

Sea Legs

May 22nd, 2022

There were pernicious rumors a while ago that I was, shall we say, ‘weak to boats’. To put it bluntly, the rumors suggested I was a jelly-legged half-man that fainted at the first sight of a wave crest when sailing across the briny deep.

I scoff at these rumors, and today was proof of that!

I woke so early it was still yesterday and since I couldn’t return to sleep I read and sorted my luggage until sunup. Then I walked down to the pier at Circular Quay and bordered a ferry bound for Manly!

It’s only a 22 minute trip but for a couple of those minutes the ferry crosses the harbour entrance, which is famously choppy. At this point the boat bounced up and down and left and right and I rode it like a king. My sea legs were as sturdy as ever, and not even for one moment did I faint! And it’s not like the boat didn’t have the potential to sicken: I beheld some green-faced passengers who seemed to be praying for land, and I gave them a steely glance as I inwardly laughed at their pathetic weakness.

It was very early and nothing was open in the Manly shopping street, but the beach was beautiful and I walked it’s length before returning to ride a ferry back to the Sydney piers again.

Oh and check out the vending machine above: for only $2 you can buy a mask from a possessed girl with glowing eyes!

Back in Sydney I ate and wandered around and eventually ended up playing a ufo catcher machine in Chinatown. And believe it or not I won!

Not bad for about $30 wouldn’t you agree? 😉

33 Hours

May 21st, 2022

I flew to Australia today, and yesterday. The trip took me 33 hours and was a living hell.

I dutifully followed Covid regulations and advice, and wore a mask virtually nonstop the entire time. Few others did.

That’s a photo of Jack, a service dog that sat in the footwell of my seat-neighbor on one of the domestic flights. Once his owner fell asleep he scooted over and used my feet as his pillow for almost the entire 4 hour flight. I didn’t want to wake him since he was cute 🙂

I walked around Atlanta airport for 3 hours and didn’t come close to visiting all 192 gates. I did stumble upon a nifty display of collectible licensed lunchboxes though!

By the time I got to LA I was ruined both in body and soul. It was with a heavy heart I staggered onto the ‘big flight’ which then progressed in the usual way: seemingly endless tedium. But I made it in the end, and 33 hours after leaving home I made it to my Sydney hotel.

Of course the jetlag is intense, but this time since I was loathe to remove my mask I suspect I was dehydrated and famished as well when I got here. Happily that’s been remedied, but I think it will take a few days for the blisters at the top of my ears (from 30+ hours of mask wearing to go away).

Life’s Great Adventure

May 12th, 2022

How many times have I traveled internationally? And where have I gone? The list has become long (and old) enough that I’m starting to forget. Time to refresh my memory!

My first trip was when I was a swaddling babe, and we went as a family from PNG to Germany (that’s us upon arrival in 1972), staying for several months and then jetting back to Australia to live. I don’t of course remember this, but until I left Australia at age 21 this was the first time I ever flew.

In 1993 (when the above was taken), I jetted to the USA with a suitcase full of books and records and very few clothes! I don’t remember much of the trip now, but it remains the only one-way air ticket I’ve ever bought myself. It would be seven more years before I flew again.

In late December 2000 I flew back to Australia, and what a trip it was! The years had changed me, but looking at the above photo (taken in early January 2001) I can’t say for sure what I had become! I had a great time and – since this was pre-blog – even wrote a mini travelogue book about it. I knew this wasn’t to be my last trip abroad, and the travel bug had most definitely bitten.

Including the above trip, and in the years since, here’s where and when I’ve traveled internationally. I’ve listed this chronologically, and the Australia trips usually span the end of the listed year and into the next:

  • Australia (2000)
  • Canada (2001)
  • Japan (2002)
  • Japan (2004)
  • Japan (2006)
  • Australia (2006)
  • Puerto Rico (2008)
  • Australia (2008)
  • Japan (2009)
  • Australia (2009)
  • England (2010)
  • Australia (2010)
  • Australia (2011)
  • Australia (2012)
  • Japan (2013)
  • Canada (2013)
  • Australia (2013)
  • Australia (2014)
  • Ireland (2015)
  • England (2015)
  • France (2015)
  • Germany (2015)
  • Australia (2015)
  • England (2016)
  • Australia (2016)
  • Japan (2017)
  • Australia (2017)
  • Scotland (2018)
  • Australia (2018)
  • Japan (2019)
  • Australia (2019)
  • Japan (2020)

2015 was a year wasn’t it?! I visited five countries, and flew over 70,000 miles in that year alone! Looking at this list makes me regret not signing up for frequent flyer rewards a long time ago, but in my defense I always hopped airlines going with the cheapest, whereas these days I choose comfort instead!

That’s a lot of international trips, and the list includes 40 long-haul Pacific flights. I have memories of all of these, although to be true the many Oz trips tend to blur into one! Critics may say I go to the same places too often (Australia 14 times! Japan 8 times!) but I go where I want to be, and I hope the many trips I will take in my life return to those destinations again 🙂

Here’s where I’ve been in map form:

And since you’re wondering, travel snaps can show how my look changed during these years…

There’s me in Japan in 2006. I chose this photo because I was astonished to learn I still have this shirt!

Here’s me in Canada in 2013, playing with a photo mode of the digital camera I had in those days. My head looks fat!

England in 2016. I’m growing into my mature self here. And I wish I had those fish’n’chips in front of me right now!

And that’s me on my last day in Japan in 2020. You can tell in my eyes I knew about Covid at this point, and I was wondering when I’d be able to travel again after returning to the USA the very next day. I doubt I would have believed it would be over two years.

After a failed attempt last December, next week will be the day I once again hop on a plane and jet off for foreign shores. For the fifteenth times since moving to the USA, I will once again return to Australia. For obvious reasons the trip will be different from the usual, but I hope not drastically. As usual, you can read about my adventures here on the blog.