The city where I live. I came here in 1995 “for a few years” to “advance my career”. I fell in love, stayed longer than expected. And then, I don’t know, suddenly it’s twenty years later. Although I still toy with the idea of moving back to the country, Sydney is increasingly “home”.
I’ve never seen Ballina Airport as busy as it was yesterday. Generally, I can turn up at security and be through within a couple of minutes. But yesterday, there was a lengthy queue, and inside the lounge was crowded.
Though I generally arrive well ahead of time, I caught up with a colleague from Sydney who is about to commence work at the local ABC Radio station in Lismore.… Read the rest “Back in Sydney”
I noticed there was a lengthy queue outside Messina, on Crown Street, Surry Hills today.
I had just been to the post office and was looking for somewhere to grab a bite to eat. Despite my hunger, I stopped to take a photograph.
In Sydney, if there’s a queue, it must be good.… Read the rest “Sydney Sights”
“You’re so dodgy” my friend said to me when I told her how I’d once jumped the queue to get into the Marigold in Sydney’s Chinatown. “If you go up the escalator, there’s a goods lift which takes you to the kitchen area, and you just walk through”, I told her.… Read the rest “The Longest Queue”