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| Day 17: | Friday, 20 September 2002 | ||
| New Thing: | Planning our Last Full Day (Saturday)... | ||
| Weather: | Clear and pleasant, low 60s | ||
| Money Spent: | $ 8.45 AUS | $ 4.66 USD | |
| 6:30am | My first thought was the fire alarm was going off. I was rather used to getting up later than this. Dang it's early... |
| 6:41am | It seems we're back on the crazy work shifts. Of course, Tubby wants to load me up for the last trip to the office. |
| 6:45am | I saw this in the train station. A bit cute, I guess. |
| 7:16am | On the way to the office, I saw this sign one along the curb (or kerb, around here). |
| 7:42am | The boy is already jammed between a phone and the laptop. Kinda boring for me, y'know. |
| 12:15pm | At least in his absence, I get a good view of North Sydney from the cube he picked for himself these last two weeks. |
| 12:32pm | It seems the arrival of the other Americans has compelled the boy to seek out lunch. It's a start... |
| 5:42pm | And we're off and running back to Sydney and to a dinner engagement... |
| 6:18pm | That brings us right back to Darling Harbour. Which is fine; it's quite a lovely place. |
| 7:48pm | We depart the restaurant whose name escapes me, and where the boy consumed white rice and a Coke. Living on the edge, he is; but, he did manage to eat with chopsticks and didn't wear the whole darn concoction on his shirt. |
| 7:56pm | Our little group wandered around the far end of Darling Harbour, which afforded us a view of the area we'd just come from. With the lights reflecting on the water, it's also quite nice at night. |
| 8:32pm | Wandering back into the hotel, we passed a license plate that's probably easy to remember... |
| 8:46pm | The other two Americans, Tubby, and I regrouped in the lobby to form a strategy for attacking tomorrow as our last day before heading back home. |
| 10:03pm | Plan in hand, we separated to go to the rooms. Strangely, though, both Baldie and I wanted to go wander. (I think he just wanted a Fanta orange soda, but that's my theory.) |
| 10:19pm | On the train, there's a spot of graffiti. While I don't claim to be an expert at reading it, I figured I should photograph it for future generations. Sort of an archeological thing, recorded in real time. |
| 10:21pm | One of the train security guards kept staring at us. I'm not sure if it's the fact that I'm being carried around by the boy, or the boy's shirt. |
| 10:27pm | We arrive at Milson's Point. The station offers a different incoming train status sign, as well a a glimpse of the past and how they used to announce trains arriving from Sydney and going to Sydney before the LED lighted boards. |
| 10:29pm | Oddly enough, the place is virtually deserted. And yet you feel completely safe. This is a rather cozy little town of four million people. |
| 10:31pm | If you have a curious fetish about what an Aussie toll booth would look like -- here you go. |
| 10:33pm | The thrill has worn off. I'm ready to go back, and now, am cold. I made tubby give me his flannel shirt while we wait. |
| 10:36pm | We boarded a train and ended up at Town Hall. We voted to just walk back to the hotel, as the evening was pleasant, and who knows -- we may some pleasant scenery along the way. After all it's a Friday night, and eligible chicks wander from and to clubs and pubs along the way. |
| 11:12pm | Returning back to the room, we call it quits for the day. But tomorrow will start early and run long, so a bit of rest would serve us well, I think. |