Sydney, it's a big place, hard to sum up, so we've decided on two posts and after you've read the second hopefully you'll agree it's deserved. Most of you have been there and you know it's brash, sunny and fun, but as we're under-employed, we thought we'd bore you anyway.
You arrive at Central Station, which feels like Clapham Junction, (I think it's the bricks, they're very Wandsworth) anyway that's where comparison with the South London train terminus from hell ends. Central is free of glum officials, congestion, taxi queues and the grime you get at most stations.
Once you've dumped the bags at the 'Boutique' hotel on Oxford street you got online for half-price, you think, it's Saturday you must go to Paddington Markets. Paddington blends the best of Portello and Spitalfields, offering good coffee and avoiding the tacky. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and when you finally make it to the harbour, it's as good as you remember, which is nice.
At this point it's fortunate you know Kylie and her man Kelvin, and they've got a boat, to be clear that's Erica's school friend Kylie, not the pop diva. Their boat is moored in Darling Harbour, there is vino, good Aussie beer and the fish restaurant delivers to the boat. The sun goes down, night advances and before you know it, you're at the point when the small hours are no longer so small.... you head for bed in that trendy part of town, thinking Sydney is a very fine place indeed.
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