Sydney Bimble 2
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 2 Nov 2014 23:57
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Sydney Bimble – Part
Two
 Once settled on the ferry across to
Watsons Bay we saw our friend – Carnival Princess dwarfed by the Sydney skyline, our first proper look at the
city.
 We watched as a
yacht sailed by a Royal Naval lady who was parked beside another
lady.
   A little
yacht had to smartly get out of the path of the now
speeding along ferry. Looking back we could just see the Opera House. Guess who covered his face in what should
have been a nice picture with Sue. It was about now that himself began ‘ticking’ or in these parts
“ticking like a jumbo” as in jet – as he had no singlet on, vest to us. He
ticked like a clock at all points beyond here and demanded an indoor seat on the
return ferry as this was far too windy and “chappy” – cold. He did also state
that he would wear said singlet in bed this very night as not to forget the same
on the morrow. “It will be worn for the rest of the road trip.” Thank heavens
for small mercies......
  We passed another suburb and a tiny island
complete with private residence.
 A small
person was out under the watchful eye of the follower.
   We left the
ferry, the female skipper rather pleased with
her tidy entry. The jetty with Doyle’s Fish ‘n Chip
Bar.
  The Information Board featured a
map of Watsons Bay saying it is Australia’s oldest
fishing village – founded in 1788. Doyle’s Restaurant
was our first target as Sue wanted to eat there, no problem with that as
everyone highly recommends the eating experience, soon seated and own blog.
 After our delicious meal we followed
the yellow shirted tour guide to the Gap and stood looking straight out – south east.
  The Gap looking
left, directly east and to the right, directly south. The sea look kindly and if we ever sail into Sydney,
this is the ‘way in’.
 Looking down at the gap.
  Time called by ‘the Colonel’ and off we went
heading for the National Park and back to the ferry. From here we could just
make out the Sydney Harbour Bridge and after we
crossed the road could see it very clearly sticking up above the tree
line.
   Number
plates to the collection, at least here the challenge will not be as
steep as it was in America. Already half way I think.
 Back on the ferry, inside as not to
let the tick juice flow, we saw our first Australian
pelican, not as handsome as previous chaps but nice to get him on the
list. That is one mighty bill.......
   We left the ferry terminal and
bimbled up toward King’s Cross as a “must do” according to the Colonel is to
visit the ‘real’ sweet shop. OK we fall in. Opposite I can see the Australian
humour outside a liquor shop........you’ll have to
look closely, don’t look if likely to be offended. There were some lovely buildings along the way. A first for us was to walk
by a School of Floristry.
  We crossed the road for a sherbet in
the Brighton Bar. Why are we the only folks in here I
asked. “Later this well known gay bar will be packed to the doors with several
bouncers on the door.” Clearly we are just here too early. Apparently King’s
Cross used to be a well known red light district but that has moved to
Darlinghurst. Along the way we passed a few ladies of the night and then there
was a very different water feature.
  We crossed over once more and headed
up a side street, we walked past this Girls School
that was established in 1880. The blue Cross just visible up on the right
belongs to large St. Vincent's Hospital. At a cross roads we saw the Sydney Jewish Museum. These are all marked on the list to
visit when we sail back and have time next year.
   We walked by a
classic townhouse, opposite we saw a Fire
Station, then a rather handsomely shaped building.
   A visit to a traditional English
sweet shop where Bear bought himself some pineapple cubes and some fudge, as a
treat I had liquorice torpedoes, then a look at the pretty
fountain at King’s Cross. Next was a quick sherbet followed by a take
away from the Curry House, established for some forty
years. We ate on some benches before finding the bus stop for ‘home’. A tired looking Bear waiting for the bus.
ALL IN ALL A GREAT
START
MY FEET SAY ‘TIME FOR
BED’ |