I'm on the bus to Bondi again on the top deck of the double-decker bus. The wind is blowing through my hair, and I don't mean a wind chill kind of wind. Maan, I'm hungry and as I'm walking along Bondi Promenade I'm eating sushi. I was thinking of going for a Bondi Kiss, but unless I know exactly what it's like, I'm not comfortable trying it. Ha, had you going eh! It is a drink at one of the bars on Bondi Beach. There is also a juice bar here called Sejuiced. I like the play on words.
I'm getting bored of Bondi Beach now. I can't believe I'm saying that, but Bondi Beach isn't very big. Not only that, but I ONLY have five hours until I have to meet Janis for the Bridge Climb and I have so much to see. I better get crackin', but before that I have to try an apple strudel at the local gelato place. O-H M-Y G-A-W-D, I have never tasted anything like that in my life. I needed a knife and fork because it was so big, but it was also flaky, but crispy flaky, not philo pastry flaky. It was like a little (or big in this case) taste of heaven.
I decided to take the city bus to Bondi Junction instead of the hop on-hop off bus. I wanted to see how non-tourists travel. Only in Australia would a guy get on the bus with sandy, wet bare feet, a wetsuit and a surf board. I almost took a picture, but I didn't think he would appreciate it.
Bondi Junction is a massive shopping centre - the biggest in the southern hemisphere. There are five levels of shops. Their summer is fast approaching, so winter clothing is on sale, which of course would do nicely for our summers. I didn't really do alot of shopping, but spent alot of time looking around. I have went in almost every shoe store I have seen looking for part 3 of my Cher outfit to no avail. There doesn't seem to be any shoes here that have lower than 5-inch heels. Just for the fun of it I tried some on. They look ugly on my feet and not only that; I can't walk in them. I'm scared of falling off the platform. Be afraid, be very afraid of these weapons on your feet.
I'm now on my way to the Bondi train station to get on a train to go to Central station to transfer to another train to transfer to a third station. Central Station is the largest train station because it is the hub for everywhere. It is easy to get lost, and that is just what I did. When I finally found (or should I say was directed to) the train platform I was supposed to be on it turns out that it is the one right beside the one I got off of.
My shin hurts from all the walking in flip flops. I'm going to have to ice it tonight as my 1/2 marathon is in two days and I don't want to have any pain while running.
I'm now at Circular Quay (Secyalahh Key). I think I'm going to delete "Rs" from my vocabulary because some words sound nice without the "R". I'm walking to the Harbour (Haahbaah, as they say) Bridge to meet Janis. It's not far away.
I can only think of one word to say - A-W-E-S-O-M-E!! You were tucked in your bed at 10:00 pm while I was getting suited up at 5 pm the next day to climb the bridge. They sure ensure you are safe. I felt like an iron worker. I had a suit on that looked like a fighter pilot suit. My glasses were attached to strings attached to the suit; a hat was attached to a string attached to the suit, a belt that was tethered to the bridge was attached to the suit; a handkerchief was wrapped around my wrist and attached to the suit; a fleece jacket was in a pouch attached to the suit. It is very windy atop the bridge and they ensure nothing falls onto the bridge deck below. The Sydney Harbour Bridge is the most traveled bridge on the entire continent. We did the twilight tour, so we saw the sun going down and setting. What a beautiful sight. That was awesome! I was 134 metres above the harbour. When we were at the summit and looked back, the traffic was streaming by. That's one thing about Sydney - at 11 pm or even later, when I am going back to the hotel, it is always busy on the streets. I've never seen anything like it. They say the city of New York never sleeps; well I think Sydney also has that reputation. Daniel, our fearless leader on the climb, took several pictures of us all.
After the climb we went for dinner on the harbour at a restaurant called Wolfies. I had garlic and olive bread with herb butter as an appetizer; Aussies call it the entree. Kangaroo and Crocodile with a red wine sauce was my entree (or main dish), and for dessert - blueberries and strawberries with vanilla ice cream and strawberry crumble. I wanted to savour every morsel because it was so good. I don't think I have ever experienced a meal so nice in my life. Kangaroo has the consistency of beef, but a wilder taste and I can't describe crocodile. It's going to be hard to beat that meal and I challenge anyone who wants to try. You can even take me to Sydney to try. We had a perfect view of the Sydney Opera House on one side and the Harbour Bridge on the other - very nice. It can't get better than this. It was a very nice price too. My meal cost $81. Time to get going as I'm yawning.
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