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| Day 3: | Friday, 6 September 2002 | ||
| New Thing: | I haven't found any puzzles today to sort out | ||
| Weather: | Overcast, very light sprinkles, low 60s throughout | ||
| Money Spent: | $10.27 AUS | $ 5.66 USD | |
| 6:45am | The alarm rang and we awoke. I was told to get ready, so I guess I wasn't bound for another day in the hotel. |
| 7:18am | We departed for the rail station, and arrived a few minutes later... at least I got to sit on my own bench. |
| 7:20am | And from here, I had a decent view of the departure schedules. |
| 7:21am | If you're going to post a no smoking sign, you may as well cover all the bases, eh? |
| 7:25am | I hadn't realised how clever these trains were setup; the cars are actually two levels high. |
| 7:44am | I also managed to ride in my own seat between Circular Quay and Chatswood. It was rather pleasant, I must admit. |
| 7:51am | We arrived at the office and made our way to Level 13 and the designated conference room. |
| 9:15am | I'm kicked under the desk like an old candy bar, completely ignored. Phooey! |
| 2:27pm | The boy figures out that lunch has long since passed, and he wants to wander around and look for junk food. Super. |
| 2:36pm | We wander into a five story (or five level) shopping center / mall thing, and eventually, into Target. |
| 2:53pm | In an effort to appeal to other markets, you can not only get your Pringles chips in original, but also Curry, Paprika and Right... which I haven't yet figured out. The total came to $10.27 (~$6.30 USD), renewing the question about pennies and their availability as a coin. |
| 3:17pm | Back at the desk, letting the boy sort out some work, while I gnaw on some of the Pringles (original flavor). |
| 4:55pm |
The boy and I depart for the Friday afternoon Chinwag... some sort of custom or another. |
| 5:21pm | We actually arrive, after stopping to collect the rest of the crew, which haven't yet (apparently) completely sorted out the "stop working" concept by 5pm to attend right at 5pm. (We'll be sure to test them again next Friday.) |
| 6:10pm | We alight to the train station for the North Sydney exit, and to a boat waiting for the entire crew for a 'welcome aboard' sail around the harbour. (Yes, welcome aboard, and it's on a 60-foot yacht - very clever indeed, they are.) |
| 6:45pm | Despite the scheduled departure time of 6:30pm we didn't get to the yacht until 6:45pm as a result of some delay with the trains. |
| 8:04pm |
We are provided food and drink as part of this gathering. (Of course, the alcoholic beverages were on your own dime, but I'm a carbonated bird myself.) We also found that except for credit card transactions, things are rounded to the nearest nickel - so no, there are no pennies to be had. |
| 9:02pm | There was some general mucking about my heritage, and several casting doubt on my existence and being as a duck. Fortunately, Olga heard of the cruel abuse I was suffering, and rescued me from the taunts and jeering. |
| 9:08pm | Okay, so even Olga was using me to sit upon other people's heads, but it was all in good fun. |
| 9:49pm | Stretching my legs, I found that walking across the deck was a bit more dangerous than advertised for one so little. In no time flat, I got sucked into an air intake vent. (It was a wee bit embarrassing, if you must know.) |
| 9:51pm | Look at me, Rose -- I'm flying. C'mon Rose, you try it...! (If you're rather thick, it's a very nebulous Titanic reference.) |
| 10:40pm | We dock and disembark. Had it not been for the cleverness of the other members of the team, the Tubby One would be light one laptop right now. (How ugly would THAT have been come Monday? Exactly.) |
| 10:52pm | We all arrive back at the North Sydney station, for the majority of the team to return north to Chatswood, and Baldie and I south to the hotel. |
| 11:04pm | The transfer platform to get us the one station from Wynyard to Circular Quay is closed. We jump onto a train that says it's an alternate. |
| 11:07pm | That trail takes us the wrong direction; we exit the train and the station, and opt to walk back. |
| 11:33pm | It took longer that expected; the station actually put us near the 400 block of the street, and we needed 30... so that was several very long blocks, but in the end, we got back to where we needed to be. G'night, mates! |