I think that, by now, some of you are getting a bit tired of Sydney. Don't worry I shall continue to post some more pictures because this is the 'diary' part of my blog being attended to. It's the part I shall look back at to remind myself what I was up to. We did, after all, pack a great deal into the short time I was in Australia and Sydney in particular.
On day three after going down the coast and returning to the Domain and Royal Botanic Gardens we walked to Darling Harbour and then to the Chinese Garden of Friendship. Odd as it may sound this garden which is set between the CBD and its roads and the Darling Harbour with its incredible hustle and bustle of eateries and people enjoying themselves, is an absolute haven of tranquility. Yes, one can hear the noise of the city outside and yet suddenly that noise ceases to exist in one's consciousness.
|Inside the 1896 Queen Victoria Building with its shops and cafes and magnificent decor and that clock....|
|.....that wonderful clock with the boat traveling round. It would really merit a post of its own but I'll spare you that.|
|Game of table tennis anyone?|
|Part of the Chinese Garden of Friendship with the CBD backdrop which disappears as one walks through the gardens.|
|with its water dragons - this is a baby|
|it's a shame there's nothing to give it scale|
After that we went to China Town and the market. Because of the hassle of my knee and all the walking Fiona had brought the car to where we would be at the end of the day after dropping Mo and I off at the start of the walk just before lunch. So Fiona had actually walked the route twice - but the she's just a stripling anyway. Despite that it was a bit of a surprise to discover that the few hours the car had been parked cost $46. Now when I park in the central car parks in Glasgow I shall just think how cheap they are! It was worth every cent anyway because a massive thunderstorm meant that Sydney was drenched and even saw some minor flooding as the drains struggled to cope. We certainly saw a lot of people who must have wished that had an umbrella that day.
Tomorrow, you will be glad to know, we leave for the Blue Mountains.