sydney – day 2 (7/30)

sunny, beautiful 60 degree sydney was full of people going about their Monday morning activities. being back in a city brought back memories of working at Nordstrom in Seattle. I miss the bustle and smells of the city on a crisp fall morning.

we walked to a “vegas-like” mall near our hotel and shopped a bit. David Jones is a major department store that has an O.P.I counter (love). I was so excited when I found a Trenery store – this was a store I had shopped at in Capetown, and surprisingly they only have stores in Australia, New Zealand and South Africa – score for me!!

we walked back to The Rocks , had some lunch at Pony (highly recommend), and walked under the bridge where my hair was stopped and asked for a photo. (i was beginning to think – what’s up with these aussies and the nat-fro?) let me explain….A man and his wife started toward me with his camera in hand. when people approach me with a camera, I have always been asked if I can take their photo. I offered immediately, and the man said – no, i was going to ask if i could take a photo of you. Huh? That never happens. He said, your hair – I love it!, would you mind?? I blushed and said of course not, and he was giddy! Now I’m feeling a little out of sorts, but think – it’s a quick photo – just stand here and smile, don’t ruin this guys moment. He snapped the photo and immediately asked if he could have his wife take a picture with me. Whoa! Definitely not used to this kind of “hair” attention, and I shyly said yes. Perfect!! He got in the shot and did some kind of pointy motion at the nat-fro, and we were done. They thanked us for stopping and he did a fist pump as they walked away. hilarious! — was i just objectified for my hair??

photos of bridge climbers descending the Harbor Bridge were captured, and my anxiety tripled thinking that I was going to be one of those people in a few days! Yikes!!

we made our way to the Apple office were we met up with our host for drinks and dinner at his home. a 20 minute cab ride to Bondi Beach. Bondi is Australia’s most famous beach, and we caught it on a beautiful evening. The swells were huge, and it was [insert a word that is more awesome than awesome].

pre-dinner drinks were at the Bondi Iceberg Club where we got to watch swimmers navigate the huge waves that crashed into the ocean side pool – brave souls! there was a pool like this in the Cape, but it was nothing in comparison to the power of these Bondi waves. the sunset form the iceberg was beautiful, and we learned that in the heart of winter, actual icebergs would crash over into the pool and people swim with them – thus how the club got it’s name.

dinner was great, homemade shrimp on the barbie, cajun chicken, salad and ricotta cheese cake. lots of great australian wine and some foos-ball and pool games! good times, good people!!

sydney – day 1 (7/29)

the walkabout…
okay so we didn’t do a ‘proper’ walkabout , but we did a lot of walking about the city!

the city of Sydney is very walkable. we were able to get to all of the major sites in a very short time. from our hotel near Hyde Park, we walked to the harbor (Circular Quay) where the beautiful Sydney Opera House and The Rocks are located near the Harbor Bridge.

we took a ferry (pedestrian only water taxi) to Manley Beach where we had a seafood lunch that was only hours out of the water. we watched a good number of surfers catch small waves in the not-so-cold water, which was surprising because it is mid-winter here now.

the area so far reminds me so much of San Francisco except for the exotic bird calls and crys which remind me I am not at home.

on the way back for Manley I sat up front/outside on the ferry to catch the city view for photos. Enter “Captain John”… John was a salty old sailor who was enamored with me – not in a good way. He eavesdropped on my phone call with M., and asked if I was from Melbourne once I had hung up. “No.” was my reply, him: “Sydney?”, me: “No, I’m from California – why do you ask?”, him: “really, you don’t sound American, you don’t have an American accent.” me: “I’ve heard that before, (which is true and weird)”. the conversation started like this and moved to talking about my hair, which he loved, and then to his sailing adventures around the world, a quick point to the right of the nude beach we were passing, and to the left, the passage out to the Pacific Ocean where I could sail home in 30-37 days. there was a request for a photo on his little flip phone (80’s), and his comments about teeth is where things got really weird. him: “why are your teeth so beautiful?, we get horrible looking teeth but you/blacks have beautiful teeth.” – oyyyy! luckily we were nearing the city and i could concentrate on my camera. he was a nice old man, and gave me my first authentic Aussie experience.

Sydney is lovely – the weather was beautiful, and I can’t wait to explore more!!