Tourism

I got a phone call from Ms Smith/Rhodes at ten o'clock or so as I was checking the map again to find my way to the bus station to say that she would be in at twelve o'clock.

That leaves me a bit of extra time, I thought, I'll go down town, park up and mayble explore a little bit around Roma Street before meeting up with her.

So I sets off down the road, and I'm there in ten minutes flat. Pretty good, I thought, as I turned into the Bus Depot car park and shrank with horror at the exponentially escalating parking charges - free for two minutes (!), $2 for five minutes, $7 for ten, etc.... If I'm going to be here an hour it'll cost me a bleeding fortune.

So anyway, in for a penny in for a pound, I set off to find a parking space. On floor 2a my phone went off... "I'm here" says Sarah's voice... odd! Until you remember that New South Wales is on Daylight Saving Time and is therefore an hour ahead... good job I got there "early!"

So we grabbed a coffee in Wilston ("flat white" is of course an inscrutable coffee-making term outside Australia), then back to Agincourt for lunch.

Then back into the city for walk up South Bank - The Nepalese Pagoda and Artificial Beach were met with approval, I think - and back along the other side of the river - skycrapers and the Treasury Casino. The day was hot so cunningly we walked through the air-conditioned Art Gallery and Museum. Which, consequently, were cool.