Sydney arrival

It wasn’t all that early when we sailed into Sydney Harbor.

But the sun was shining as the first of the skyscrapers appeared over some of the headlands. For the Aussies reading this – sorry for whatever I get wrong… Sydney itself is 5+ Million people and stretches along the shore line of numerous bays (5?) which makes it long, stretched out and extremely challenging to get from here to there on land with any reasonable speed. And that doesn’t ever count for the traffic.

With the bridge straight ahead and the Opera House on the left.

approaching Circular Quay means that we pass by the Navy Base (prime land there complete with dry dock) with the background of tall buildings.

and closer to the Opera House. If you notice on the edge of the picture – there is a Disney Ship sitting at the Overseas Passenger Terminal. Docking there wasn’t going to happen for us.

The fact that it was a Sunday probably helped in terms of fewer ferries to dodge as we made the sail in. And through. For anyone who has had the misfortune – we docked at White Bay Terminal.

which means you can see the CBD from here over the Anzac Bridge but it takes forever to get just that short distance.

The cruise line is obviously providing shuttle service into town dropping off at the Police & Justice Museum. George headed in to have lunch and an afternoon out with an Aussie colleague and her family. I took my crud back to bed.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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