We are staying in Kellyville, a Sydney suburb about a 45 minute drive from downtown, or longer if, like us, you are using public transportation. We made our first foray into the city via a somewhat convoluted combination of car (thanks, Paul and Sharon), bus, and train. It was prescheduled track maintenance that interfered with a more straightforward journey. It’s a learning process.
Once in downtown we walked around the Darling Harbor area which includes the aquarium (we’re saving that for another visit), an IMAX theatre, parks, shops, eateries, and many other magnets for the tourist dollar. We ended up spending most of our time in the Chinese Garden, a tranquil oasis where we strolled and sat and drank tea and watched dragonflies trying to have sex.
Darling Harbor
One of many inventive fountains found in the district.
View of high rise residential buildings from the Chinese Garden.
The Chinese Garden
A horny dragonfly
The Chinese Garden
Costumes can be rented for torturing children with endless photographic opportunities. White people can rent these as well but are almost certain to appear goofy.
An ibis in the Chinese Garden.
The English Garden -- no, just kidding, Chinese Garden again.
Amazing photo by Deborah, on one of the rare occassions I let go of the camera.
The Chinese Garden
Deborah, who says she now looks like her mother in old age.
A not very Chinese couple.