Day 17 - Sydney
And
so farewell, then, faithful Fred. He having carted us 4289.9 kilometres
around Australia, it was time to return him to the Dutchman. As we
said farewell, an employee of Mr van Rental peered critically at the scuff
mark on the bumper (which wasn't caused by us) and we were left to the
tender mercies of David's rather widgy motor and Sydney's public transport
system.
Today's
main jaunt was to the Museum of Contemporary Art, which was showing the
Hayward Gallery's exhibition of photos of the moon (and for rather less
than the Hayward wanted, if we remember rightly). A happy couple
of hours was spent there, and also at the main exhibition in the Museum,
where we stared bemusedly at photos of Tracey Emin stuffing banknotes up
her jacksie and the like.
We
also went to the Custom House, which had claimed to be showing an exhibition
called Fuzzy Prime Ministers whose centrepiece was apparenly a large
embroidery of said politicians. But for reasons best known to themselves,
they had unexpectedly closed the exhibition two hours earlier. So
no go.
Instead,
some more wandering around the botanic gardens. And then on to the
Lord Nelson. The Lord Nelson is a pub serving European-style beers
by the pint, and had an impressive-looking card which we set about tackling.
It also has a rather expensive restaurant upstairs which we entered with
some trepidation. It had a good-looking wine list, and an efficient
and friendly waitress (after whom David lusted) whose job was mainly to
trot back to us after taking the order to tell us that the particular wine
we had asked for wasn't available. Sadly, she did not perform the
same trick with the bill, which was of jaw-dropping size.
And
back to Circular Quay station, to wait for a very long time for a train.
Pah, who cares? If Victoria had views like Circular Quay does, then
maybe Connex South Central would be almost bearable....
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