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| Day 15: | Wednesday, 18 September 2002 | ||
| New Thing: | Shopping for... well, I can't say yet. (Hate to ruin a surprise.) | ||
| Weather: | Lovely all day, mid 60s or so | ||
| Money Spent: | $ 7.20 AUS | $ 3.97 USD | |
| 5:49am | Woke up early. Tossed and turned, but apparently disturbed Tubby. Found myself stuffed in the closet. |
| 5:51am | Came out of the closet. In the traditional manner of exiting any room or space, mind you. Back to sleep... |
| 7:09am | Woke up early, but not as early as 5:49am. Opted to not toss and turn nearly as much. All is well. |
| 7:46am | Finally got up and got ready to head into the office with his largeness. |
| 7:52am | Found that I've again been left behind. Which both sucks and blows. Back to bed. |
| 11:55am | Woke again just in time to watch.... nothing on TV. Decided to take up reading Clancy's latest novel, Red Rabbit, in its hardcover form. |
| 6:03pm | There's a clicking sound at the door, but nothing. Back to the book. |
| 6:07pm | Apparently, the clicking was the boy trying to gain entry. Having managed to magically demagnetize his room key, he had to go to the lobby for a new key, now to barge in and disturb my reading. Twit. |
| 6:09pm | We're off to a wander. He has been forgiven... at least for now. |
| 6:13pm | We muster in the lobby with not one, but now two, Americans. This should be a jolly nice show, I think. |
| 6:15pm | The Rocks is our destination, a trendy combination of space, views, restaurants, and shops. I'd say it's more or less touristy, but the population in the area isn't exclusively foreigners (thank god for small miracles). |
| 6:24pm | We pass the shop the boy wants to make a smattering of purchases within, but they are closing. I have been cautioned not to identify the name, web address, or nature of their craft or product until such time as the purchase has been made. Dramatic twit. |
| 6:37pm | Dinner time is nigh, and we find ourselves entering The Orient Hotel for a brew and some sort of food items. So far, so food. |
| 6:40pm | Apparently knowing nothing of our reputation, we have particular sharp knives at the table. |
| 6:55pm | The others ordered the Fish & Chips, but I prefer my unprocessed bread crumbs and chips. |
| 8:03pm | I'm rather impressed of any restaurant where you're not rushed into getting up and leaving the moment you're done -- wonder if that's an American thing. We left when we were damn good and ready. |
| 8:05pm | Stopping on the way back was a snack shop for something sweet. But I don't care for sweets, so I abstained from making any purchases at the shop. |
| 8:11pm | Returning to the hotel, I was impressed that anyone would have to post this sign at the driveway of the place. |
| 8:14pm | We part company in the elevator (American humans reside on the 21st floor, American fowl the 22nd) and proceed to the room. |
| 8:47m | For the second night in a row, we manage to secure internet connectivity without any indication of charges. |
| 9:38pm | Reading the writing on the wall, sleep was my best friend. The boy is again plugged into the world with his precious internet, making me about as interesting as an old shoe. So, good night to all, and to all... shove off. |