Streets of Sydney

The saga continues. The captain keeps sending me clues, indications and challenges which allow us to visit everything Sydney has to offer. The captain made us visit the opera house, the city center, we had dinner in the highest tower, we took the ferry to the Sea side suburbs, we took the city explorer bus, went to see where the rich and famous live, saw the botanical gardens and so on and so on. Too many things to write down, so I’ll write about two of them.

Hand feeding sharks

One of the challenges was to hand feed the sharks at the Sydney aquarium. There were lemon sharks, white tips, shovel heads and guitar sharks. The lemon shark is a big bugger and as if asked he ‘finned’ at the surface to eat the mullet I had thrown in its general direction. “Don’t put your hand in the water” the guide told me. “I have a basic brain function” I replied.

Hotel Party

Our hotel organizes very exclusive parties on the rooftop, next to the pool, with DJ’s, lounge couches, barbeque and bars. The promoter is Absolut vodka, so guess what we were drinking. The people who come here are 20 to 35 years old and behave as if they are very wealthy. Women dress as sexy as the law will allow: The bikinis are so small it barely covers nipples; the bathing suits are basically thongs… not that I looked of course, I only have eyes for my beautiful wife.