Slow Adventures in Slothville

July 9, 2004

Travel Journal Part 4

Filed under: Photography, Whateverall — shhville @ 6:00 pm

This is a not-very-good photograph of the Sydney Harbor Bridge.

This morning we had breakfast at a London-esque, pub-ish, underground joint called the "G-Spot." Where in America we would normally have some sort of potato thing with our eggs and bacon and toast, like hash browns, Australians provide grilled tomatoes. They are so so so good. This place also made fresh-squeezed apple juice. It was incredible, like walking up to an apple tree and taking a big bite out of a granny smith still on the branch. Then we walked to the Sydney Harbor bridge to brave the famous Bridge Walk.

It's a three-and-a-half-hour climb up to the top of the bridge arch. We suited up in jump suits that zipped up the back and were nice and breathable. We put on harnesses, radios, headsets, and crampon-type things and climbed over a thousand steps to the top. Part of the climb was ladders and part of it was cat-walks. I'm normally nervous about heights, but I did ok. At the top it was terrifying and beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breath of wind. The flags on the arch lay against their poles like sleeping bats. We looked out at the opera house, at Manly, at the ferries passing beneath us, at Luna Park, at each other reeling with wonder and gratitude for this perfect moment. Our legs were shaking by the time we got to the bottom. A perfect warm day to be high above the world. And now we are headed to Manly on the ferry for dinner.

Well, Manly was a bust. We got off the boat and walked into the…city? It reminded me of the abandoned amusement park in "Spirited Away" except a whole. lot. crappier. Everything was closed except for a few pubs that were populated by surly career alcoholics and surlier bartenders that flat-out refused to make cosmopolitans. We finally found a place right next to the ferry terminal that was willing to mix me a pink, triangular cocktail (which for some reason are always served with two straws resting atop the glass here). CB had some absynthe which was radioactive green in color and burned my nose hairs when I dared a tiny sniff. Then we ran like hell for the next boat back to Sydney.

As we approached Circular Quay on the return trip, we realized that the detour had, in fact, been worth our while as the coastline of the harbor came into view. Seagulls flew along with the boat, the muscles of their pale bodies flexing in the light from the deck. Homing in on Circular Quay was like floating toward a wall of tiny blinding squares – the lit windows of skyscrapers climbing the sky. Our search for a restaurant to our tastes was stressful and harried as it was getting late. We discovered, belatedly, that George Street is not known for it's eateries and found ourselves, once again, on the stretch of restaurants along the edge of Darling Harbor. The one we picked was entirely satisfactory. I ate kangaroo. It was a bit stringy but otherwise delish. Tomorrow we fly to Adelaide. Posted by Hello



  1. whole.lot.crappier. very.funny.expression. Sounds like a great trip. Gotta enjoy eating at the G-spot… And I like your descriptions, the gamey roos, the gamey seagulls… Hey, btw, was this a tour?

    Re the rap, I’m smiling too, because:
    1) I hope it somewhat redeemed me from that corny song recording;
    2) I’m really flattered you liked it that much, esp. to repost it here;
    3) I’m glad you put up a new post to bury it; and
    4) I meant every forced rhyme.

    Comment by Michael — July 9, 2004 @ 6:46 pm

  2. Pfffffffssshhh…WHATEVER.

    Comment by Avuncular 1 — July 10, 2004 @ 1:02 am

  3. Wow, how cool! All of it!
    Keep on posting–can’t wait to hear about the rest of the trip. 🙂

    Comment by Aimee — July 12, 2004 @ 8:57 am

  4. Mmmmmm…burned nose-hair.

    Comment by Avuncular 1 — July 12, 2004 @ 9:43 am

  5. Michael – not a tour, just a little vacation. Needed to get off the continent, if you get me.

    1. No redemption necessary.
    2. Liked it? You underestimate the depth of my feeling.
    3. Actually, I was loathe to do that but it was time for a new installment.
    4. Awww…you even spell rhyme the way I like it.

    Dastard and Aimee – it’s obvious that you’re really talking to each other. Just get a room already, will you?

    Comment by Sloth — July 12, 2004 @ 2:45 pm

  6. You’re in Oz! Let us know if you’re coming to Perth, Sloth-girl … any excuse for beer, bread and fun …. and if you need a place to stay we have spare floor :*)

    Comment by rizlablue — July 12, 2004 @ 4:51 pm

  7. Oh, I’m not there anymore, rizlablue. I’m home now and posting my travel journal in installments so that people may perhaps actually read it. I got back last week. Didn’t go to Perth, just to Sydney and Adelaide. But thanks for the floor offer!

    Comment by Sloth — July 13, 2004 @ 9:05 am

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