My Sydney trip, part 1

 Hi there

I returned yesterday from Sydney.  I went there to see "Back to the Future - the musical" and "Calamity Jane - the musical".  And when I got to Sydney I discovered that it was the second to last day for "Here You Come Again", a musical, with Dolly Parton as a main character. Because I'd booked at the box office and I would be attending  the next day, I got my seat for half price; I love this about booking Australian shows.  Oh, and more about the shows in "My Sydney Trip, Part 2"

So ...  it was very very very hot in Sydney.  Now, it has to be remembered that October is Spring in both New Zealand and Australia but in Sydney whilst I was there the temperature went up to 35c.  It never got lower than 24c.  On the 35c day, the temp hit an all-time-high for a day in October.  On the same day in Wellington, it was 15c.

And I got dehydrated at the start of my holiday.  Terribly.  With all the symptoms that go with being dehydrated.  I went to the pharmacy and was given some dehydration sachets and told to not eat anything for a day, except dry toast.  I couldn't access dry toast so I bought a packet of Cruskits from the supermarket instead.  And I drank so much water I thought I was going to drown from the inside. I figured the "not eat anything for a day" order was counting a day as 12 hours.  So exactly 12 hours later, I sat down to the Australian dish of grilled barramundi fish. Surely, barramundi was bland enough not to make me sick.  I had barramundi every day on holiday.  Sigh.

I felt all airy-fairy the whole time I was away.  I still managed to go over to Manly for a walk along my favourite path (turn left as you come out of the ferry terminal), but there were flies everywhere and I had to keep the walk short.  I guess fly breeding season is in the spring.

I also strolled Circular Quay, looking for a place to get a good bland meal.  Couldn't find a place.

above: Sydney Opera House.  Photo taken from The Rocks area. The poles are not poles.  They're palm trees. Or they could be New Zealand cabbage trees, I know that several seaside resorts in the United Kingdom have planted our cabbage trees and pretended they were palm trees.

Photo taken from Nick's Restaurant at Darling Harbour.  First time in my life a waiter has whipped out my serviette from under the cutlery on my table, shook it open in one theatrically grand flourish, then elegantly dropped the serviette into my lap.  Great drama.