Kangaroo pizza, the bridge, and a protracted walk

On Friday afternoon around 4:30 p.m. Mike, his roommate, Steve, and I headed downtown. We stopped on the way so Steve and I could get some $11 haircuts. They don't waste time here in the barbershop. My trim took about nine minutes. Feeling cool in the rather temperate weather, we continued downtown in search of the Australian Hotel, a restaurant - not sure if it's also a hotel despite the name - we heard of that serves kangaroo pizza. We didn't know where it was located, and we were about to cross the Sydney Harbour Bridge and get something to eat on the other side when I spotted the restaurant right across the street from the stairs to the bridge. Pure serendipity. After a drawn out search for a table we treated ourselves to not only kangaroo pizza, but emu and crocodile pizza as well. I don't think too many people in the world can say they've eaten kangaroo, emu and crocodile during the same meal. It was a very tasty meal.

But our downtown adventure wasn't over. It was dark outside, but we stuck with our plan to cross the bridge. It was amazing - as well as a little chilly. We took several pictures from the bridge looking down on the city with all its dazzling lights and the luminous Sydney Operah House. There was also a full moon that was sitting right above the operah house. Made for some great pictures. After crossing the bridge we went down to the water's edge on the north side of the harbour for some more pictures before crusing around Luna Park - Sydney's mini amusement park - for a few minutes. By this time my legs were a bit sore - especially considering the leg workout I'd done the day before - but we recrossed the bridge and then headed toward the operah house. We were in the area, so why not take advantage of the beautiful spectacle? We walked around the buildings – yeah, it isn’t one building, but a few that contain not only an opera theater but many restaurants as well – and also went in side for a minute. The inside is just as crafty architecurely as the outside. The sinks in the bathrooms are kitchen counters with slight indentations where the water seeps into and then to the naked eye down the wall. It’s pretty neat. Finally, we decided to call it a night. But we still had a long walk back to our residence. After about five hours of walking – and just one hour of sitting – our Friday afternoon trek was over. And it was time to hit the sack.

JL
9/9, 11:22 a.m.