Killin' time at the airport - edit

George just farted. In the internet cafe.

That aside, we've had a good time in Sydney and it seems all too soon to be heading for the airport yet again. Yesterday we went to Bondi and had a stroll along the beach, then did the Bondi to Bronte walk, which is a scenic walk along the coast overlooking the ocean. They've got this sculptures by the sea thing going on, so as you go there's all this crazy art, like animals made of wire, and railway tracks curled up into the air. It was weird, but cool. Of course, we'd decided not to bring the sunscreen to avoid the phone-wrecking fiasco of the last holiday, but, being complete idiots, we hadn't thought to actually apply said sunscreen before leaving the hotel. So within two minutes we could already feel ourselves getting frazzled. After we'd finished the walk we stopped for a mango smoothie and a rest in a cafe in Bronte, then got the bus back to our hotel for showers and, thankfully, we weren't too burnt.

Once we'd rested and refreshed we headed out again to Darling Harbour and sat upstairs at a cocktail bar overlooking the harbour and drinking tasty cocktails. It was a really beautiful day and the view was good and the drinks were going down a treat (we managed to last until 4.45pm before starting this time).

Then we got a ferry to Balmain and met John again for a very copious and extremely tasty Indian meal. The restaurant had an amazing $3 corkage, so needless to say George ducked out for a couple of bottles of wine to wash the curries down. We had a very pleasant evening eating and drinking and recalling bad 90s music with the help of John's iPhone.

After this we were too full and buggered to do anything else, so we just got a bus back into the city and went straight to bed. This morning is pretty much a write off, just packing and getting breakfast and finishing this blog before going to the airport to commence the day of hell that lies ahead.

And now I'm editing this post again because we're at the airport and we've got more than an hour to kill before we even get on the plane. Not at all looking forward to being a sardine for the next however many hours, but it'll all be worth it when we get to our destination.

Next report will be from Ho Chi Minh City!

Bec