Well... Look Who's Here.

Yes, that would be my sissy (the less hairy one on the right). She blew into Sydney on a blustery morning one week ago, and we decided the best thing to fight jet lag with was, naturally, a cliff walk in a torrential downpour.

Since then, we've wandered markets, art museums, cathedrals, city streets, beaches, cliffs, book stores, mountains, cafes, bridges, and inumerable op shops. Specifically, we've been getting artsy fartsy outside the Opera House, bonding with giant koalas, appreciating knitwear for trees, being blown around the Blue Mountains, admiring anti-whaling pirate ships, and getting some loving from admiring footy teams.

Best Views in the House.

I was walking back from Bondi last week and passed a house that had been almost completely demolished... except for the bathtub. And I thought to myself, if Sydney were completely deserted for a day, I would SO take a bath here.


On the coastal walk down at Bondi, there is an old poet who has lived on the cliffs for 8 years now. He sleeps in a small tent and has everything he needs on the top of a rock right on the edge of the water (including a wine rack.. obviously an essentail). Who needs multi-million dollar mansions when you could rough it out on the cliffs?


However if a bathtub or a cliffside tent don't suit you, you can always move into this place, which is, somehow, close to EVERYTHING. Don't ask me how they pull that one off..