Invisible Cruise Director Tony, who has
been a touch more visible lately, treated us to a short lecture full of
dates, facts and figures as we sailed in. When I asked afterwards, politely,
why he hadn’t done something similar for, say, Milford Sound, he said quite
bluntly, “Well, there isn’t much to say, is there?” Ditto for the other ports
on the cruise. Apparently Azamara only does an arrival commentary for a few ‘iconic
cities’ like here and Stockholm. Pft.
Anyway, it was lovely to be back here
again, and I started at Darling Harbour where, in the Maritime Museum that I
flitted through, I was surprised and pleased to find a connection: a big model
of the SS Orcades, on which I sailed back to NZ from England in 1957 – my last crossing of the Tasman, before last week.
On a mission to buy a wedding present for
(Aussie) Daughter #3, I powered through the central city – deeply impressed by
local pedestrians keeping efficiently and uniformly to the left – and finally
found what I wanted in a gallery at The Rocks, that charming and authentically
old and architecturally interesting area at the base of the Harbour Bridge.
It’s a lovely place to wander through, all stone steps, narrow cobbled lanes and tempting
bars and restaurants, as well as lots of interesting shops and galleries. Good
old Sydney. Who cares about the odd thunderstorm?
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