This morning, my friends invited me to join them for a relaxing Sunday morning. Because the weather was a bit grey, we decided to take a ride through the City and its Eastern Suburbs.

South Head, the well-named southern part of the entrance to Sydney Harbor. Apart from poetical Aboriginal names like Wollongong, the Australians are quite good at using simple descriptive names for things.
When switching countries, it’s always a struggle getting used to doing things differently. Take driving on the other side of the street. In South Africa, Hong Kong, Australia, and New Zealand, the driver is on the right and their cars “keep to the left.” In France and Denmark, the driver is on the left and the cars are on the right. Fortunately, I’ve just been riding on this journey so that hasn’t been too vexing. Although it has caused my stomach to flutter on occasion as we turn the “wrong” way across traffic.

The Eastern Suburbs are, as you can see, incredible. Yes, the garage does have a view of the harbour bridge there. (It ain’t cheap).
Even walking can be quite dangerous when frequently changing countries. It’s hard to be sure where cars or crowds will appear. The sidewalks around tourist hotspots can be particularly unnerving — so many people from so many countries going everywhere in one giant mob. A lot of well-visited cities — like Sydney — have gotten the right idea by at least painting “Look Left” or “Look Right” on the sidewalks at intersections.
Even so, I get dizzy: Look for the sign, look in that direction, check the other way (ya know, just in case), look to see what other people are doing, start walking, freeze when a car appears out of nowhere, run.
Fortunately, I’m safely in my room.
By the way, this country certainly does know how to do movies. Because a storm was brewing, my friends suggested we head to a Gold Class Movie Theater to see Skyfall. I’m a sucker for a James Bond movie and last night’s marathon got me in the mood. This was the theater to do it.
As you walk in, you’re escorted to a bar where you can order from a full menu and let them know when you would like your food.
“Why, yes, I would like my pizza 40 minutes in. And just go ahead and bring those sliders at the 60 minute mark. While you’re at it, I’ll take some french fries about 15 minutes before the end.”
You’re then whisked into a special 40-seat theater with overstuffed, motorized, reclining chairs. This being Australia, you can also order beer. Which, of course, I did.
Better get back to packing. Headed to New Zealand tomorrow where I won’t be driving.
You might be shocked to find out that GSO now has a movie theater just like the one you described! It’s at Four Seasons, and I’m pretty sure it’s called the Grand Luxe or something like that. But you have waitresses who serve beer and wine, and there is a full menu with dishes made from local ingredients. Sounds cool to me, we should check it out when you get back!
Who knew? I’m game for that . . . I’d even watch Skyfall again!
Jeb your adventures sound amazing! I am glad to hear you had a great time in Sydney (and did the bridge climb!) and I cannot wait to read about New Zealand! Lots of sheep, as you know. Enjoy!
Thanks for reading, Carly! It’s been incredible and I’m sure New Zealand will be equally amazing. Talk to you soon!
The beard looks great and is quite practical when on flyabout. You don’t have to waste precious time shaving.
It’s so much fun traveling with you! Keep up the good work!
Thank you very much, Louise! And I appreciate your kind words about the beard…it’s all about time!