|The front torpedo room of the HMAS Onslow, Oberon Class Submarine based at the National Maritime Museum. Cool uh?|
My first impressions of the city were all to do with planes, trains and automobiles. Much of the airport run and the city trains are underground. In Brisbane we have two far-flung stations on the outskirts of the city centre. Sydneysiders have the luxury of at least eight city stations from which to choose...and they have double-decker trains! No fair. My second impression of the city was formed when I was nearly barrelled over by several heads-down-walking-texters within five minutes of being in the CBD. These bastards are everywhere in Sydney but the Gods were looking down on me that morning in Hyde Park when I spotted the businessman-variety step into a steaming pile of horse dung left by the constabulary. Thirdly, they've plenty of statues to molest.
1. Getting picked up in Pitt Street. Sadly, a guy used the same line of me the next day. They were hairdressing spruikers looking to flatter and relieve me of my cash.
2. Being constantly asked for directions and helping a bunch of tradies find their building site.
3. The peeling of the bells in St Mary’s Cathedral. AWSM.
4. Getting lost in The Rocks. Ask Therbs about that one!
5. Getting ‘Biebered’ in the pub. Don’t ask Dr Yobbo about that one.
6. The Clydesdale horse trumpeting his presence whilst hauling the Lowenbrau cart.
7. Spotting my doppelganger outside Town Hall. On closer inspection however, he appeared to have a lot more stubble than me.
8. Making loud and atrocious jokes walking by the Japanese Karaoke Restaurant with the mile-long queue. Must have been plenty of sucky in their sake uh?
9. Talking to the lovely volunteers on the Endeavour replica at the Maritime Museum.
10. Despairing that the HMAS Onslow tour didn’t have the whooping sirens. Depthcharge! Depthcharge!