Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Went to the Fish Market for breakfast. Steamed lobster (half each), a dozen freshly shucked oysters, beer battered barrimundi, hot beverage. Something to remember for a long time to come.

Walked right up Pitt Street to the main shopping district to spend our last day taking in our last exposure to Sydney life before returning to the Vulcan to pick up our stuff and check out.

Cab to Central, subway to International Airport.

And here, Dorothy clicks the heels of her ruby slippers together and repeats to herself, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."

Hello Belle! Hello Momo! Hello Q-tip, when Dom returns you from boarding tomorrow evening! We missed you all! Oh, and Watson too!

1 comment:

Lily Lang said...