Day 19 - Sydney
Thereafter, a leisurely day. David and Patrick went shopping while Mark set about the task of trying to write up Day 18 in a way that avoided causing offence to Sally, Steve and the other picnickers. His success was in debate at the time of writing.
And then off on the now-familiar train journey to the Circular Quay. The Fuzzy Prime Ministers exhibition that we had been deprived of a couple of days earlier was intact, so we were able to see a picture of Paul Keating looking less surly than in his Canberra portrait. Mark bought some tacky presents for his siblings on the Rocks, and we went to the Australian Hotel for a couple of pints and an Emu pizza.
The last barbie of the tour was held on David's balcony. It was decided that this provided the ideal opportunity to test David's newly-acquired oenological skills with a tasting of really quite a lot of wines (he got two-thirds right, for the record).
that was about it. Today was the last day in Australia for Patrick
and Mark. It would be the morning before they questioned the wisdom
of having quite so much to drink the day before a long-distance flight.
But the morning seemed a long, long way off.....