Yes, yes, I'm quite sure that the title of this post makes no sense to anyone who hasn't spent some time in Sydney. The Fishos in Manly (aka the Manly Fishing and Sporting Association) is a true Aussie working man's club, offering amongst other attractions the delightful sounding 'meat raffle' - not the normal kind of place I would choose to hang out - but it is also one of the city's more interesting small venues for live music. So having found a friend to go to some gigs with, I found myself out in the 'burbs at the Fishos watching a band called British India... who coming from Melbourne, are neither British nor Indian. But who are very short and very young. And quite good for a Friday night rock out. Thankfully the gig finished in time to (just) make the last ferry back to the city...
I had an interesting week at work. Work on the Brisbane Airport job is tailing off and the number of staff working on it is being scaled back. I've been given a week's work to do on the SCG (Sydney Cricket Ground), scheming up a design for the roof of a new stand. This is interesting stuff and more up my street than the work I've been doing on the airport, but for a moment I thought there was a risk of being sent home early! This would be a tad inconvenient, seeing as Mal and Krellis are visiting me in late September and have already booked flights. And I've got a list of things I want to do before I move on. But I think I've convinced the powers that be to keep me on until October 3rd. This would tie up nicely with my London superiors' expressed preference for me to return to work there in early November, and still allow me a month to travel in India in between!
After a very welcome eggs benedict for Saturday breakfast (it's not the weekend unless I get at least one cooked brekky, if you ask me) I headed over to Bondi to do the famed Bondi to Coogee coastal walk. This is an easy 3 mile / 5km walk over cliffs and past beaches and beautiful seaside homes. It also takes you past several awesome seawater swimming pools, literally perched on the rocks by the water, with waves crashing over the side... I really should have taken my camera along. Especially when, only about 20 minutes into the walk, a pod of about twenty dolphins could be seen playing in the surf of Tamarama Bay. They were literally surfing - using the waves to propel them along, just under the surface of the water. And then one even jumped clean out of the water, seemingly just to please the sizeable crowd of onlookers that had now gathered. Amazing.
So even though I'm looking forward to India, it's hard to contemplate leaving Sydney with stuff like this on your doorstep and summer just around the corner...!
Robin
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