The end of a busy but unexciting day; spring cleaning, laundry, and catching up of bookwork. We did however manage to squeeze in a few hours of socialising with Lance and Uta, whose advice and stories of their travels around this great continent will prove invaluable, I am sure. We finally tore ourselves away to prepare our respective dinners after dark had fallen and the cold front moved across the city. The rain started and we took in the awning.
Since dining and washing up there has been great booming or bombing noise to the west of us. Consulting with others standing around searching the horizon, so far as it is visible through the bush here, none of us were any wiser as to what it was. Perhaps we shall wake tomorrow to learn that part of Sydney was air-raided by war planes or perhaps we will instead hear about the wonderful fireworks display that took place at such and such a place. In the meantime we are unscathed and all is quiet again apart from the large drops of water falling noisily on the roof.
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| Sydney and the greater suburbs, with points of interest visited and referred to, circled. |
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