You guessed it, no alarm... but someone still woke me for today's wander about  Chatswood and Darling Harbour.

There are City Convenience stores is roughly the same as 7-11... and also on virtually every street at least once or twice.

It seems if you don't pay your mortgage here, like anywhere else, you'll be foreclosed upon and your house auctioned off.

I suspect the reason Tubby's out of breath is we just managed to reach the top of a hill (wimp).

The results, findings and photos from our hour-long stroll amongst the homes of Chatswood.

• Houses and views of the neighbourhoods
• A look at Fences and Walls
• Cars and License Plates you'll find
• Traffic Signs you may encounter
• Different Train Schedule Boards you'll come across

Tubby was surprised to learn that Chatswood Chase is a shopping centre, and not a bank.  I asked what compelled him to make that leap of logic into the abyss of ignorance, but he had no answer.  So we just ventured inside instead, finding:

• Mrs. Fields and Pretzel Time got hooked up at some point.
• This is another large cache of shops - four levels.
• Every level had one or more cafes, scattered around, for shoppers to sit and sip coffee or nibble on a biscuit.
• The buggies you can push your child in are sort of cute.
• You can pick up meat for dinner and fruits and vegetables right here in the mall.
• K-Mart is no longer listed as a large chain store lacking an Australian presence.  And, you can go inside and by propane in the standard-size tanks, all the way down to these cute little ones.
• If you want to buy cigarettes, fine, but they're still going to put up the low-effort no-smoking campaign signs (I'm guessing it's a state or federal law... the signs are everywhere, and all look the same around these parts.)

The boy approaches Pizza Hut, and a lad named Steve (per his nametag), who told us they'd open at noon.  Funny, everyone else has been opened for a few hours, and I can see the guy in back, sitting on the counter.  Tubby said, "Okay."

This is taking longer than I'd like, but we did reach the far end of The Rocks by this time - which offers yet another perspective of the Opera House.  (I told Tubby to pick up the pace, but he whined something about being tired from this morning.  Don't know exactly what he said, exactly; I'd stopped listening, to be perfectly honest.)

The demand for dinner isn't going well.  Apparently someone (ruling myself out, that leaves Tubby) is all tuckered out after three hours or so of walking in Chatswood, and the other three hours of walking around Darling Harbour and downtown Sydney (or CBD as it's known locally, which I presume is Central Business District).