To Sydney
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 1 Nov 2014 23:57
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To Sydney and a Momentous
Moment..............
   Awake before the alarm went off,
Beds bade his ‘farewells’ to Bernie, Bobby and
Claude, cases in Mrs Puki and up the hill – Thank You
Rod. Usual inspection of the bus stop inhabitants and
soon we were on the bus.
    A very pleasant bus journey with gentle scenery to
Auckland.
  Still odd to see a sign to Devonport, the expected picture of Auckland.
   Bags checked in, we sat outside at
the airport and ate our packed lunch – I know, how very British........
Security was very easy and we made our way to Gate 4. On board a couple of cups
of tea taken in the lovely company of Ruby, the three and a half hour flight
passed very quickly. As we came down through the clouds we fell a few hundred
feet in a second and of course Bear made everyone of a nervous flying
disposition feel so much better as he called out he just
missed it............
 Getting
near.
   Our first look at
Sydney.
   Of course we had hoped to fly over
the Opera House but never mind that, we were so close
it was almost touching. On the ground, off and
walking in a trice. We scanned our Passports and poked the given ticket into a
machine a short walk later. Bear was declined, I was in when the tiny green
lights read, ‘Welcome to Australia’, Bear went to see a nice man and with Passport stamped on we went. Bags collected in minutes,
time to do the very thing we came to do.
 After thirty two years, seven months
and seven days, twenty one thousand, two hundred and seventy one point zero one
nautical miles on Beez Neez. Two hundred and thirty two stops in thirty eight
nations on ninety islands – not forgetting the six nations and nineteen islands
visited other than on Beez, as Sue watched and Bear took the keepsake photograph
‘The Moment’ - the first
words out of my brothers mouth were................
”You’re eighteen minutes
late.”
   Bear felt the need to take the phallic things just outside the airport doors. A taxi
ride later Beds was soon settled in his pit at the Addison
Hotel in Kensington. Opposite I could see a
horse watching the proceedings.........not what I expected to see so
close to the city.....
   After settling in, we were soon
outside looking at what used to be, in years gone by, the
old stables and hands quarters, apparently we are pretty close to Royal
Randwick – one of Sydney’s two racecourses. A pint was required, just along the
road in the Doncaster.
 A smashing meal with Rocco.
  Back to room 112 for some catch up
yarn, Bear of course adopted his usual position. Time
for bed so up one to room 216. In the lift I read with interest – 3. Don’t use a microwave to make toast...........something
neither of us has ever tried..........
ALL IN ALL A TREMENDOUS
OCCASION
THE FAMILIAL TRAITS ARE
AMAZING |