<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268</id><updated>2011-12-16T12:29:09.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iseris in Oz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-3812523980695528079</id><published>2009-11-19T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:12:10.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne and on</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Melbourne, checked into the hotel, and then went out to meet a friend of Scotty's from his days at the Alabama Shakespeare Festival. We had a good walk around downtown Melbourne, wandered through a few of the little lanes and saw some amazing street art and graffiti, and then wentto a brewpub for dinner. We finally ate some cute Aussie animals, trying both kangaroo and emu. Emu has sort of a turkey-elk flavor (too gamy for me), but the kangaroo was good... a bit more like beef. We finished the night by heading down the river to Melbourne's casino, which is the biggest one in Australia.  They do a  show along the river with flamethrowers, kind of like what the Bellagio does with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne along the Yarra River:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_rFbBYZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W-Hg8TbFb30/s1600/P1000505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_rFbBYZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W-Hg8TbFb30/s320/P1000505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405937674638942610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_qsArsrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/df64hYMANRs/s1600/P1000515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_qsArsrI/AAAAAAAAAkY/df64hYMANRs/s320/P1000515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405937667817583282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we took a walk to a coffee shop that we'd read about in Australian Traveller called St Ali. Their goal is to emulate StumpTown coffee in Portland, so we figured we'd be the judges of that. And holy crap did they have good coffee... absolutely worth walking through the 35 degree heat for (35 C = 95 F, for those of you back home). They had all kinds of cool coffee machines... it looked like a mad scientist's lab, except that it had really good cupcakes too. And a had a braised pear and almond muffin that was to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the airport and (thank GOD) finally turned in the car and didn't have to drive on the wrong side of the road any more. It was so covered with bug splats that there's no way they could have told if we'd damaged it, and we were let off scot-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooped at the end of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_qavtKlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LzmOUWBpR9M/s1600/P1000528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_qavtKlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LzmOUWBpR9M/s320/P1000528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405937663182973522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of days I took no pictures so, it's gonna be all dense text and no illustrations. Sorry kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Wednesday and Thursday were mostly work and errand days. I did some walking back through the botanic garden (I think it really is my favorite thing in Sydney) and also wrote my article on Ned Kelly's Last Stand for the consideration of our mates over at Australian Traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work there was a tequila tasting for one of Klick's clients, and we were invited to that, which naturally turned into a night of lots and lots of drinking ("If your first stop is tequila, your second stop is going to be anywhere but home"). Scotty and I officially outdrank a big burly Aussie dude. Right on! Scotty had some terrible nachos at a bar (why do we keep trying the Mexican food down here???) and we stopped for meat pies as we stumbled the way homeward. Kim had reimbursed us for our trip expenses earlier that day, and I had made Scotty give me half the money and then told him to divide up what he had left between a couple of pockets so that if we ended up losing any of it we wouldn't lose all of it... drunk logic but it turned out to be a good thing, because somewhere on the way home we lost $200. Could have been way worse! We like to think that we supplied someone with a really fun night. It was probably some lucky bastard in the pie shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we left for the Whitsundays, and that's where teh next post will pick up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-3812523980695528079?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3812523980695528079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/melbourne-and-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/3812523980695528079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/3812523980695528079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/melbourne-and-on.html' title='Melbourne and on'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SwW_rFbBYZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W-Hg8TbFb30/s72-c/P1000505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-8765163621829527616</id><published>2009-11-13T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:58:18.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A guest post from Scotty</title><content type='html'>I know...i know...it says Lori made this post.  but we're in the airport and i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the beach. I will lie on it.  And sleep.  Perhaps read a book, but only if truly pressed.  The next 24 hours will be about moving as little as possible, except perhaps to eat.  It's Koala Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-8765163621829527616?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8765163621829527616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-post-from-scotty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/8765163621829527616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/8765163621829527616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-post-from-scotty.html' title='A guest post from Scotty'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-9193144679975048198</id><published>2009-11-13T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:50:11.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We'll be in the Whitsundays and Brisbane for the next couple of days... I'll play lots and lots of catch up when we get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-9193144679975048198?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/9193144679975048198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-be-in-whitsundays-and-brisbane-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/9193144679975048198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/9193144679975048198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-be-in-whitsundays-and-brisbane-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-4868345313767686974</id><published>2009-11-12T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:15:29.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip, parte deux</title><content type='html'>We ate a late lunch in Canberra and then headed on toward Ned Kelly country. Ned Kelly is sort of the Australian version of Jesse James, except that he was even more of a character, and made his last stand with a soup pot on his head and a makeshift suit of armor. The landscape changed from the mountains along the coast to hills and grass and sparser trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views from the road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svybra8E8rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/arVIdQQIssg/s1600-h/P1000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svybra8E8rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/arVIdQQIssg/s320/P1000429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403364823205737138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybrNGQ7qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lyDG-DRbTZg/s1600-h/P1000441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybrNGQ7qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lyDG-DRbTZg/s320/P1000441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403364819490369186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our long driving day, so we had to keep on truckin' past lots of places we would have liked to stop and see and get on to Beechworth, where we were booked for a ghost tour in an abandoned asylum, and then to sleep in another part of the asylum that had been converted into a hotel. When we arrived in Beechworth at 8:00 p.m., we found that their Celtic Festival was in full swing, and that's the only reason that we could get dinner so late. Lucky us. We went straight to our hotel and checked in so that we could get to the ghost tour by 9. I don't know how much of the information our guide gave us was true, but it sure was creepy. And I took some pictures that I know the ghost hunters group in Chicago would have been excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the orb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybqmdYRDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/csXnK8PmcAE/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybqmdYRDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/csXnK8PmcAE/s320/P1000450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403364809118336050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This theater was one of the nicer parts of the asylum, where patients were allowed to sing and be dressed in normal clothes. You can see lots of happy little orbs in this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybqKjvTaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/A448cjLYTV8/s1600-h/P1000452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybqKjvTaI/AAAAAAAAAjI/A448cjLYTV8/s320/P1000452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403364801628818850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide was very good at creating a spooky mood, and he'd usually get everyone really scared, and then someone would interrupt him and say, "Hey look! There's an opossum out there." He started threatening to channel Steve Irwin and even that didn't get people to quit looking for opossums instead of ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour of the abandoned parts, our hotel really didn't feel so creepy anymore, even though on the way to our room we passed two giant steel doors that used to be used to lock in the patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we ate breakfast and then headed into town to see the courthouse where Ned Kelly was held and/or tried on various occasions, and also to find some antihistamines because ever since we'd entered the interior of the country, my face had been melting from hay fever. Turns out the hardest thing to find in rural Australia is a pharmacy open for more than an hour in the morning on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove from Beechworth to Glenrowan, site of Ned Kelly's final clash with police, and we arrived just in time for the annual Ned Kelly Festival, complete with a reenactment of the siege, yabbie races, BBQ, whip cracking demos, and all that good small town festival stuff. But first we had to go to the amazing animatronic Ned Kelly attraction, Ned Kelly's Last Stand, which was the real reason we came to Glenrowan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning for Ned Kelly's Last Stand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybpqA7-EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Aj84ye7Ke_Q/s1600-h/P1000473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvybpqA7-EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Aj84ye7Ke_Q/s320/P1000473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403364792892913730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned Kelly's Last Stand is phenomenally awful robotic show about the last days of Ned Kelly. We talked to the 75 year old guy who built it afterwards, and he told us it's taken him 30 years. He's still not done. He was really fun to talk to, and in between shamelessly hitting on me and showing us his Viagra prescription, he gave us a tour of his house and explained why he's completely unapologetic when his attraction makes children cry. In his mind, he's presented history as is actually was, and he's not going to change it for anyone. Nor does he see any contradiction between presenting it "exactly as it was" and basing large parts of the script on "Gunfight at the OK Corral" and "High Noon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Ned Kelly's Last Stand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyhReDF77I/AAAAAAAAAjw/mxtMy6ee1nQ/s1600-h/P1000467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyhReDF77I/AAAAAAAAAjw/mxtMy6ee1nQ/s320/P1000467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403370974433636274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actor in full Ned Kelly armor at the festival reenactment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyhQ-AlwaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ESASQK44TXk/s1600-h/P1000484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyhQ-AlwaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ESASQK44TXk/s320/P1000484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403370965833204130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to tear ourselves away from Glenrowan because we still had 3 or 4 hours to drive to get to the Mornington Peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a footnote to this day, we also made it a day of trying food that we can get in the U.S. for the sake of comparison. McDonalds is exactly the same, but the fries are actually better (maybe they still use beef tallow in Oz?), but Mexican food is a complete abomination. The bar in the Mexican place had more whiskey than tequila, and that just means they had both Jack Daniels and Jim Beam. The margaritas came from a soft serve machine (and tasted like the inside of the machine) and the glasses were rimmed with iodized table salt. The food was probably what you'd get if someone described Mexican food to a cook who had never been anywhere near Mexico or even a Taco Bell. Oddly enough, the place was called Taco Bill. We shoulda known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to get to Mornington and back to the coast, where my eyes could finally stop watering and I could go 5 minutes without sneezing. We had our terrible Mexican food and then walked on the beach and back to the hotel. The next day we drove out to Montalto Vineyards for a wine tasting. It was a perfect day to be out driving through the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montalto's vineyards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyjNg4hkoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/C0BNTK1vTUc/s1600-h/P1000491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyjNg4hkoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/C0BNTK1vTUc/s320/P1000491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403373105498395266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought half a case of wine, and headed back toward the coast of Port Phillip Bay for lunch at a place that sources all their ingredients from the peninsula, and it was a really amazing meal. I had a leek and bleu cheese tart that came with roasted eggp&lt;br /&gt;lant and zucchini and other veggies, and Scotty had the ocean trout which was also delicious, but I won lunch. We hung around at the garden surrounding the restaurant for a little while, and then started up toward Melbourne to meet a friend of Scotty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy huge flowers in the restaurant's garden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyjNA-uRjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kSdwnAEl3NU/s1600-h/P1000502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyjNA-uRjI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kSdwnAEl3NU/s320/P1000502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403373096934458930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View over the Bay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyjMyc2cyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qoOQmUwyUSA/s1600-h/P1000494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyjMyc2cyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qoOQmUwyUSA/s320/P1000494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403373093034292002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to Melbourne next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-4868345313767686974?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4868345313767686974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-trip-parte-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/4868345313767686974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/4868345313767686974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-trip-parte-deux.html' title='Road trip, parte deux'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svybra8E8rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/arVIdQQIssg/s72-c/P1000429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-6476342031719027588</id><published>2009-11-11T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:12:04.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip and catch-up</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... it's been a long gap but I swear it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last post, we took the ferry out to Manly so that Scotty could have a songwriting session with the husband of one of the Klick ladies, and I wandered around on the beach and had an excellent curried egg salad sandwich from the Manly Deli. After Scotty finished working we wandered around a bit more, saw Manly beach, and then headed home on the ferry. The next day was pretty uneventful. The weather wasn't terribly nice so I stayed in and did a lot fo reading. I'm sure we did something both those nights, but I don't remember what exactly. We went for pho one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manly beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svuq6dAmWfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NhEkcMLeLUA/s1600-h/P1000333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svuq6dAmWfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NhEkcMLeLUA/s320/P1000333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403100099157318130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebottle! Ew, and ow, if it gets you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svuq63b4NmI/AAAAAAAAAho/0W7LpU_VPz8/s1600-h/P1000335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svuq63b4NmI/AAAAAAAAAho/0W7LpU_VPz8/s320/P1000335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403100106251056738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we left for our road trip. We got a slightly later start than we meant to, but had a really nice drive down the coast. We stopped in Kiama for a late lunch, but just missed the kitchen being open at the hotel on Manning St. The bartender suggested the bakery down the street, Sevbak, and boy were we not disappointed. They had the best meat pies we've had here (mince pies are super-popular late night food in Sydney), and really good cookies too. We went to see the Kiama blowhole, which is a place where, when the waves hit strong enough down below, water shoots up through a tunnel in the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views from the road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxJqvOHNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/qbXXR_fH0F4/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxJqvOHNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/qbXXR_fH0F4/s320/P1000345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403106957610327250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued down the coast and took a quick break at Jervis Bay. Whales often stop into the bay with their calves on the way down south for the summer, so we got out and looked from a hill. The only place Scotty found any was in the swimming pool nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jervis Bay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svus5Z-F75I/AAAAAAAAAhw/eo9XAzgSCb4/s1600-h/P1000355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svus5Z-F75I/AAAAAAAAAhw/eo9XAzgSCb4/s320/P1000355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403102280184885138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty whale-watching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svus5j6dnkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SwqkJBuY94Y/s1600-h/P1000354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svus5j6dnkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SwqkJBuY94Y/s320/P1000354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403102282854014530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day was stopping at Pebbly Beach about an hour before sunset. Pebbly Beach is next to Murramarang National Park, and is an area where kangaroos come down to graze at night. Although they're wild animals and you're not encouraged to feed or pet them, some of them are pretty friendly and we were able to get super close. Most of the babies were old enough to be out on their own, but one mother 'roo had a joey in her pouch, so it fulfilled every childrens-book based idea about kangaroos we'd ever had in our lives, except for those involving boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also these cute little parrots running around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxJ56M99I/AAAAAAAAAiI/7F8gM1RaTas/s1600-h/P1000380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxJ56M99I/AAAAAAAAAiI/7F8gM1RaTas/s320/P1000380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403106961682921426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama 'Roo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxKfWHHhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/odVr1X3mnFI/s1600-h/P1000381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxKfWHHhI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/odVr1X3mnFI/s320/P1000381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403106971732090386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy just hopped right up to us and smelled Scotty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxKh8QkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/tWkshbgtgiQ/s1600-h/P1000401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxKh8QkTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/tWkshbgtgiQ/s320/P1000401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403106972428964146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little joey let me pet his tail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxLEbeq8I/AAAAAAAAAig/HWlnGVJUEoI/s1600-h/P1000404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvuxLEbeq8I/AAAAAAAAAig/HWlnGVJUEoI/s320/P1000404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403106981686717378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed the night at an Ecopoint resort near Pebbly Beach, and really wish we could have had more time there. It was a mix of cabins and campsites, but with a nice pool, beach, bar, and restaurant, and lots of cool activities that we didn't get there early enough for, like kayaking. We had this HUGE possum on our deck that night. Here's his butt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svu0aZ-7ADI/AAAAAAAAAio/wHhLTgujqhw/s1600-h/P1000411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svu0aZ-7ADI/AAAAAAAAAio/wHhLTgujqhw/s320/P1000411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403110543705440306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we stopped in Batemans Bay for camera batteries, breakfast, and to find some wi-fi. It was our longest driving day and we were heading inland. We stopped in Canberra, Australia's capitol, and took a tour of their crazy futuristic parliament building. Canberra is a planned city, built along the lines laid out by Walter Burley Griffin and Marion Mahoney Griffin, both of who came from Frank Lloyd Wright's workshop (after being horribly mistreated by him, naturally). It's an interesting city in regards to how thoroughly planned it is, but it's terrible to walk anywhere and everything is hidden in parks except for Parliament and the War Memorial, which we unfortunately did not get to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliament Funkadelic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svu0a5g70JI/AAAAAAAAAiw/q0WFFDfEDqo/s1600-h/P1000420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svu0a5g70JI/AAAAAAAAAiw/q0WFFDfEDqo/s320/P1000420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403110552169599122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from Parliament to the War Memorial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyWHa4DOFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3vKvSGgrA_0/s1600-h/P1000421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SvyWHa4DOFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3vKvSGgrA_0/s320/P1000421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403358707155417170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from there next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-6476342031719027588?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6476342031719027588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-trip-and-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/6476342031719027588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/6476342031719027588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-trip-and-catch-up.html' title='Road trip and catch-up'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Svuq6dAmWfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NhEkcMLeLUA/s72-c/P1000333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-3173001079797346794</id><published>2009-11-02T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:18:28.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day in the park ever</title><content type='html'>So, I'm crazy about these bats right? And today I found the place where they nest. And I realize something the bats and I have in common, which is absolute ferocity when woken up. They kept bumping each other and waking up and yapping at each other and then climbing further away in a huff and curling back up to go to sleep. It was like looking in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92MYvHxzI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iibaKumkqyM/s1600-h/P1000331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92MYvHxzI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iibaKumkqyM/s320/P1000331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399664433411114802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a big ol' frogmouth, just hanging out a foot off the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92MNtBUoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/K0iSRB1Ccps/s1600-h/P1000315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92MNtBUoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/K0iSRB1Ccps/s320/P1000315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399664430449513090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a mob of 20 cockatoos landed and started picking food out of the grass and fighting over an apple. They also intimidated an ibis and forced him to run away. They're bossy little dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92LsvXPbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VPbQKZjw9d8/s1600-h/P1000329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92LsvXPbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VPbQKZjw9d8/s320/P1000329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399664421600968114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92LK_XJYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e42sGFx2H1M/s1600-h/P1000327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92LK_XJYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e42sGFx2H1M/s320/P1000327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399664412541265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone ever not love this city?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-3173001079797346794?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3173001079797346794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-day-in-park-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/3173001079797346794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/3173001079797346794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-day-in-park-ever.html' title='Best day in the park ever'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su92MYvHxzI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iibaKumkqyM/s72-c/P1000331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-4556574172417560056</id><published>2009-11-01T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:18:29.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our last Sydney weekend</title><content type='html'>The next couple weeks are going to have a lot of travel, so this was our last Sydney weekend. We started out by going to a suburb called Glebe, which is almost a tiny little Portland... lost of good international food and cafes, and a street market selling crafts, clothes, food and jewelry. We wandered around there for a while, and then headed out to Bondi Beach to meet Kim and her husband, Karl, and some of their friends for drinks. This is the week of the Melbourne Cup, so most bars have their TVs set on all the races leading up to the big day on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Karl, and Lori on the beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4r3dglyiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hQgyIM33b1g/s1600-h/P1000223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4r3dglyiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hQgyIM33b1g/s320/P1000223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301235077925410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty with the two Tims (Aussie travel personalities and clients of Kim's) and Ed and his moustasche:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4r2rE35xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/uTVuge0njsc/s1600-h/P1000212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4r2rE35xI/AAAAAAAAAfo/uTVuge0njsc/s320/P1000212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399301221539899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Karl headed home, and we went for some kebabs and falafel at Bondi before heading home. We were suddenly reminded that it was Halloween on the bus home. It's really not a big holiday down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4taSM6TnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6h6jVbUj5PQ/s1600-h/P1000236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4taSM6TnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6h6jVbUj5PQ/s320/P1000236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399302932849643122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4tZ2oCcWI/AAAAAAAAAgA/NSx76Kth0GU/s1600-h/P1000238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4tZ2oCcWI/AAAAAAAAAgA/NSx76Kth0GU/s320/P1000238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399302925447229794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel, put on our moustaches, and headed down the street to a bar, but no one there was dressed up... nor were they amused by our moustaches. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we walked across the Harbour Bridge. It made me appreciate how insane it was to build an eight lane steel bridge in 1932. The thing is massive! And only cost 16 lives... not bad when you consider they had no safety equipment. When they were getting ready to open it, they loaded it with a couple hundred locomotive engines to make sure it would bear enough weight. It did, and it has. And it's provided some pretty amazing views as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4vRvzOjQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/t4qVxSEfteU/s1600-h/P1000240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4vRvzOjQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/t4qVxSEfteU/s320/P1000240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304985199414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other end of the bridge is Luna Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4tZkBvEuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/64MrHbTXxoM/s1600-h/P1000243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4tZkBvEuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/64MrHbTXxoM/s320/P1000243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399302920454738658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically Coney Island, if Coney Island had never gone all seedy (for the record, I love Coney Island). That doesn't mean it's not demented though. They were playing instrumental versions of murder ballads in the children's area, and there are a number of creepy telenovela-style portraits scattered around the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Scotty has a Luna Park video in the works, so I won't spoil anything else for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the ferry from Luna Park to Darling Harbour and went to Sydney Wildlife World, which includes koalas who have lost so much of their instinct that they'll sleep on the floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4vSko08cI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1rVgEHWLqkg/s1600-h/P1000273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4vSko08cI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1rVgEHWLqkg/s320/P1000273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304999382872514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really scary spiders so that you'll never want to walk in anyone's yard here ever again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4vSJhELpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/z_5M81Rrld0/s1600-h/P1000258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4vSJhELpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/z_5M81Rrld0/s320/P1000258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304992102559378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw an extremely hyper cassowary and lounged around with the 'roos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4x7paBCdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OIlg-dbJEOg/s1600-h/P1000278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4x7paBCdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OIlg-dbJEOg/s320/P1000278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307904060819922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty climbed this cassowary statue at his own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4x8Da9NQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ah_dzmCk_OQ/s1600-h/P1000303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4x8Da9NQI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ah_dzmCk_OQ/s320/P1000303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307911044084994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the least obscene picture I have of this guy, who sat around scratching his belly and nards for most of our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4x8bhR6wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ADAXD5Fe8ug/s1600-h/P1000284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4x8bhR6wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ADAXD5Fe8ug/s320/P1000284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399307917513059074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we went for pasta at a place called Bill &amp;amp; Toni's, and had a good cannoli and coffee at the cafe downstairs afterwards. We then went for a walk with our stated destination being Mrs. Macquarie's chair, but we got distracted by the flying foxes (aka GIANT BATS) in the Domain and never made it. They're really spectacular at dusk... some have wingspans of almost 3 feet. We watched they for a while and then walked down the fleet steps to a pretty night view of Sydney, and eventually wandered home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-4556574172417560056?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4556574172417560056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-last-sydney-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/4556574172417560056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/4556574172417560056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-last-sydney-weekend.html' title='Our last Sydney weekend'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Su4r3dglyiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hQgyIM33b1g/s72-c/P1000223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-1265645227208310346</id><published>2009-11-01T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:41:15.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick bugs for Nate!</title><content type='html'>We saw these ones at Sydney Wildlife World. They let you pet them. They're the largest stick bugs in the world. 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I had a homebody day because it was drizzly again and I was suffering from severe museum fatigue. At night we went and saw "This Is It" at a fancy little art house theater, with drinks beforehand at the only cheap bar we've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Scotty worked. I figured out the buses and went to Bondi Beach since it was beautiful out. I was all settled on my towel and thinking about how the sound of the waves sort of muffled all the other noise, and how peaceful that made everything, when the people behind me started blasting their Motley Crue. It just made it fun in a whole other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwgB59xTI/AAAAAAAAAew/kFWl3j-JzEk/s1600-h/P1000171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwgB59xTI/AAAAAAAAAew/kFWl3j-JzEk/s320/P1000171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398321167670822194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwfpCtyYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/h1X20sPl0Pk/s1600-h/P1000170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwfpCtyYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/h1X20sPl0Pk/s320/P1000170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398321160996637058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd gotten a full-butt shot of this guy... his suit said "BONDI" on the back. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwgqmbhWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3uGLEZIIJPI/s1600-h/P1000172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwgqmbhWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3uGLEZIIJPI/s320/P1000172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398321178594739554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to drinks with the Klick team, and just got back so I can't tell you what else we've done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just thought these trees were pretty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwhBZEbPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6PLRR_WIEiA/s1600-h/P1000173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwhBZEbPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6PLRR_WIEiA/s320/P1000173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398321184712715506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-4016970710961522530?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4016970710961522530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-two-days-in-brief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/4016970710961522530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/4016970710961522530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-two-days-in-brief.html' title='Last two days, in brief'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuqwgB59xTI/AAAAAAAAAew/kFWl3j-JzEk/s72-c/P1000171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-2740421399920755846</id><published>2009-10-28T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:16:11.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking day</title><content type='html'>The rain finally let up today, and so while Scotty went in for his second day in the office, I, like the lady of leisure that I am, went for two long jaunts. The first was a walk to Potts Point and Kings Cross, by way of the Art Gallery of New South Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t planned on going in, but I noticed it was free, so, y’know, why not. And I know I come from the museum world, but I was totally thrilled by the place. At least half of the museum is dedicated to modern and contemporary art, and they do an amazing job of showcasing Australian contemporary artists right alongside the Alselm Kiefers and Bill Violas of the world. There are great collections of Aboriginal and Asian art of various flavors. They also had some clever and fun installations built around the statues in front of the building. See photo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SujQWT4JErI/AAAAAAAAAeg/CKDCOzAuXrM/s1600-h/P1000164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SujQWT4JErI/AAAAAAAAAeg/CKDCOzAuXrM/s320/P1000164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397793235114988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I walked down around Wooloomooloo Bay and up a big set of Stairs to Potts Point, which is a ritzy little neighborhood with some nice cafes. I had a killer coffee and tuna salad sammitch, and them walked down through Kings Cross and back home to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoon walk was out to Glebe, which is Sydney’s own little Portland, with hippie kids and a University and coffee shops and cheap eats everywhere. No Dutch tacos or bacon maple bars or fried marionberry pies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went to dinner with Scotty’s uncle (read: friend of his dad) Larry, and we finally made it to Surry Hills for a proper dinner of Japanese food and gelato afterwards. Success! At long last! Scotty and I took turns getting freaked out riding up front on the passenger side (the left side) of Larry’s car, where by all rights there should have been a steering wheel, but there wasn’t, and we kept making turns that felt horribly wrong and disorienting. God help us on our road trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-2740421399920755846?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2740421399920755846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/walking-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/2740421399920755846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/2740421399920755846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/walking-day.html' title='Walking day'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SujQWT4JErI/AAAAAAAAAeg/CKDCOzAuXrM/s72-c/P1000164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-6839421006134579163</id><published>2009-10-26T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:40:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Museum</title><content type='html'>Natural history! Birds! Spiders! Holy shit, a whole lot of spiders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one I'm most concerned about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuaipC2grwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g-BwKXiYSV0/s1600-h/P1000149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuaipC2grwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g-BwKXiYSV0/s320/P1000149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397180029473959682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't like to see this one either, even though it's harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuaciXouMgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MVddiJQyEwA/s1600-h/P1000151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuaciXouMgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MVddiJQyEwA/s320/P1000151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397173317724418562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuahdV-zkaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b6ZLqYU_B2U/s1600-h/P1000150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuahdV-zkaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b6ZLqYU_B2U/s320/P1000150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397178728938967458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this giant wasp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuahcwM_xlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/8yPTNHkInr8/s1600-h/P1000152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuahcwM_xlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/8yPTNHkInr8/s320/P1000152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397178718797940306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These I'm ok with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Suahdnj1SwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Plmu1tMVQCA/s1600-h/P1000153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Suahdnj1SwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Plmu1tMVQCA/s320/P1000153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397178733657672450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuachDsgvQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/IIN6VUcvwxY/s1600-h/P1000160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuachDsgvQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/IIN6VUcvwxY/s320/P1000160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397173295191735554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuachtL_--I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Oh2GGqis1h0/s1600-h/P1000156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuachtL_--I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Oh2GGqis1h0/s320/P1000156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397173306329660386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the bug specimens bring up a question: why are museums still doing the pin-a-bug-to-a-card thing? Surely technology has advanced far enough to give us improved methods of displaying dead insects? Or is it just for the sake of old-timey aesthetics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone who ever tried to send me on a snipe hunt... eat it. I found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Suaci19P3SI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RxR0ZdM0B6k/s1600-h/P1000155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/Suaci19P3SI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RxR0ZdM0B6k/s320/P1000155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397173325863574818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-6839421006134579163?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6839421006134579163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/australian-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/6839421006134579163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/6839421006134579163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/australian-museum.html' title='Australian Museum'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuaipC2grwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g-BwKXiYSV0/s72-c/P1000149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-323629144745878882</id><published>2009-10-26T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:06:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday was our first rainy day, and we ate breakfast in our hotel room and waited to see when we could make a break for it. Around one, we headed over to The Rocks for the Australian Beer Festival. We didn’t find too much we were crazy about, although we liked the beers from a microbrewery called Fusion, and there was an interesting ginger beer. We walked our tipsiness down to the Sydney Aquarium and spent the rest of the day getting freaked out by huge nurse sharks and giant stingrays. It’s a pretty amazing aquarium. They have dugongs, which are an Australian kind of manatee, and we both liked watching the moon jellyfish. Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb8ch_0DI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FZYHrMzGqLA/s1600-h/P1000125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb8ch_0DI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FZYHrMzGqLA/s400/P1000125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031928715006002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb7xJf_bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ruDd8-myBK4/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb7xJf_bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ruDd8-myBK4/s400/P1000135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031917069532594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb81HvhUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pfnYI1k2c9E/s1600-h/P1000120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb81HvhUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pfnYI1k2c9E/s400/P1000120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031935315772738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crashed at our hotel for a while and then made a second attempt at walking to Surry Hills for dinner. We’d been hoping to go to a Japanese café that looked good in our guidebook, but it turned out to be closed on Sunday nights. We ended up at a pretty disappointing Thai place, but we got to walk by some hilarious clubby techno clubs and bars alternating between 10-minute techno remixes of "Walk Like An Egyptian" and everyone in the house singing showtunes. Perhaps another night…. yes, another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday it was rainy again, so we went to the Powerhouse Museum, which is the science and industry museum. It's huge and we reached our saturation point after 3 hours, and weren't even close to getting through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had amazing soup-filled dumplings near our hotel, and wandered out later for some dessert. The place we'd been looking for was closed, but there's this chain of pie (meat pies and sweet pies), coffee and cookie shops called Pie Face (I didn't know this was a slur until Scotty educated me). But man, thank God for Pie Face. This is the second time they've saved our snacky butts. We spent the rest of the night lounging in the hotel and watching "Little Britain USA." I'm hoping to catch "New Zealand's Next Top Model" one of these nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Scotty's first day at the Klick office and my first day of solo Sydneysiding. Rock and roll time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty at the Powerhouse Museum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb9byiPyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cm1mZSWYdMo/s1600-h/P1000145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb9byiPyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cm1mZSWYdMo/s400/P1000145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031945695805218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-323629144745878882?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/323629144745878882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-was-our-first-rainy-day-and-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/323629144745878882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/323629144745878882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-was-our-first-rainy-day-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuYb8ch_0DI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FZYHrMzGqLA/s72-c/P1000125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-8924707318306687860</id><published>2009-10-24T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:33:42.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Saturday Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gyzKUoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WJBjkz8_F20/s1600-h/P1000079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gyzKUoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WJBjkz8_F20/s400/P1000079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396433319330730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got up and made a coffee run, and then came back to the room so Scotty could do a little work. After that, we vowed to make today our super-touristy gawking day and headed out to Hyde Park, where we saw our first white ibis. By the end of our walks through Hyde Park and the botanic gardens, we’d probably seen twenty of them. We were later told that they’re basically rats. Beautiful, exotic rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuO0U56ciLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9cZNw8VcmxM/s1600-h/P1000068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuO0U56ciLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9cZNw8VcmxM/s400/P1000068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396355049756330162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way up past the old barracks and the mint and other government buildings until we reached the Domain, which used to be the colonial governor’s private park. We wandered through the park, gawping at all the strange trees and flowering bushes, and made our way down to the harbor, approaching the Opera House from the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gXhLkAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TKmenlrw1T4/s1600-h/P1000086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gXhLkAI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TKmenlrw1T4/s400/P1000086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396433312007557122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gEJ9-XI/AAAAAAAAAcA/L51xZxYgsJw/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gEJ9-XI/AAAAAAAAAcA/L51xZxYgsJw/s400/P1000077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396433306809923954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7fksqjWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dtziRWbYNWs/s1600-h/P1000076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7fksqjWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dtziRWbYNWs/s400/P1000076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396433298365517154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all landmark buildings, it’s a little smaller than you expect in person, but beautiful. I never knew that the white is all tile, and that it is actually several somewhat separate buildings that look like conquistador helmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJTZh4RJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZML34F3DwuY/s1600-h/P1000089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJTZh4RJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ZML34F3DwuY/s400/P1000089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396448482371847314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJS_qjPhI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KyFH4FLyHss/s1600-h/P1000098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJS_qjPhI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KyFH4FLyHss/s400/P1000098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396448475428896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stared at the Harbour Bridge for a while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJSmpjhnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-3uxvyTdaAs/s1600-h/P1000096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJSmpjhnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-3uxvyTdaAs/s400/P1000096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396448468713834098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a long, uphill footbridge to The Rocks, wandered through the very crowded Saturday Market, and eventually found one of the oldest pubs in Sydney, the Hero of Waterloo, where we had lunch out on the sidewalk with big, cold, Aussie beers. I had a great burger with pickled beets on it. From there we went up the hill to the Sydney Observatory. We might go back for a night tour later, so that we can look through their 40 cm telescope and see all the constellations that us topsiders never get to see at home. We lounged around in the park afterwards and then made our way back to the hotel for a disco nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge from the Observatory park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJT8VR97I/AAAAAAAAAcw/G1vveNm9qZo/s1600-h/P1000112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuQJT8VR97I/AAAAAAAAAcw/G1vveNm9qZo/s400/P1000112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396448491714246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening turned out to be pretty eventful. We started out with the plan to go check out a couple of arcades near the hotel. The first one was pretty average, and we played some Dance Dance Revolution and Mortal Kombat and got out of there. We thought it was a little weird that the whole first floor was filled with rip-off crane games, and that dozens of young Japanese kids were going bonkers over them. We decided to head southeast toward Surry Hills for some food and a drink. On the way we saw another arcade up above some Asian restaurants, and went in to see what it was like. HOLY. CRAP. It was amazing. It was ALL crane games, but with huge, hilarious, anime- and video game-inspired prizes. Anything that wasn’t a crane game was a highly exotic photo booth plastered with pictures of teenage rock and roll Japanese princesses surrounded by sparkles and shooting stars, with all the instructions in Japanese only. And they were huge. We walked through a tunnel made out of at least a dozen booths. We really are very, very close to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuOyT0JT7tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V5hYmChKITo/s1600-h/118_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuOyT0JT7tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V5hYmChKITo/s400/118_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396352832004943570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuOyUpe6ufI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0gzPNiK_QPM/s1600-h/118_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuOyUpe6ufI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0gzPNiK_QPM/s400/118_0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396352846322645490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuOyUpq2_oI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ROxwKMVT3Ow/s1600-h/118_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuOyUpq2_oI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ROxwKMVT3Ow/s400/118_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396352846372732546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our trek toward Surry Hills, but just as we crossed into the neighborhood we noticed a man lying in the middle of the road on a side street. Scotty called out to ask if he was ok, and the man seemed very disoriented and asked us to call an ambulance, saying that his chest hurt. We saw a restaurant up on the corner and went in to find out how to get help for the guy. One of the employees came down the street with us and told us how to call for the ambulance, and he and Scotty talked to the man until the ambulance showed up. The ambulance driver was an extremely cheerful blonde woman, who jumped right out, recognized the man in the street and said, “Hey Tony! How you doin’, mate? You need to come in for a sleep?” He nodded yes, ands she turned to us and said, “No worries, I know Tony. We’re mates.” As she helped Tony up into the ambulance, the restaurant employee, whose name was David, invited us back to the restaurant for a glass of wine. There we met Myra, the owner, and ended up staying there for a couple hours talking to the two of them, drinking wine, and snacking on some spicy meatballs and couscous. Myra comes from a family of architects, so we discussed Walter Burley Griffin and his wife, Marion, two Americans formerly associated with Frank Lloyd Wright, who designed parts of Canberra and several buildings around Australia, and whose notebooks were owned by my library at the Art Institute of Chicago. David gave us a lot of background on Australian politics and culture. It was a very good night, and we promised to come back and have breakfast there sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-8924707318306687860?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8924707318306687860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-saturday-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/8924707318306687860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/8924707318306687860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-saturday-saturday.html' title='Saturday Saturday Saturday'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuP7gyzKUoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WJBjkz8_F20/s72-c/P1000079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111403711907775268.post-5115766976063324838</id><published>2009-10-24T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:01:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From L.A. to Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMINjlWDcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ClqN9M35sH0/s1600-h/P1000053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMINjlWDcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ClqN9M35sH0/s400/P1000053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396165807503183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t seen much yet, but we’re having heaps of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew in from L.A. after visiting Tim and Annie and Lori’s friend Betsy for a few days. Our all-night 14 hour flight was on V Australia, and was far and away the best international flight either of us has ever been on. Every seat reclines (even the back row that we were in), and every seat also has it’s own TV screen and selection of movies, shows, music, and video games to choose from. They also distributed eye masks and ear plugs to make sleeping easier. The food was pretty good by airline standards. We arrived in Sydney at 7:45 a.m., and our new friends from Klick (the PR group that made all of this possible) met as at the airport with “Scotty Got An Office Job Fan Club” T-shirts and handmade signs. They’ve been extremely kind and generous to us. We were driven to our hotel (the Fraser Suites, in downtown Sydney), where a gorgeous suite and a big welcome basket awaited us. The basket included Vegemite (of course), ANZAC biscuits, chocolate covered macadamia nuts, wine, fruit, and other snacks. The room has everything we could possibly need, including a washer and dryer, a tiny little dishwasher (in a drawer!), an amazingly comfortable bed (yes, we were exhausted last night, but I am pretty sure it wasn’t just us), and lots of closet space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our view from the 32nd floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMGq1o724I/AAAAAAAAAbA/9C_HlfKwiW4/s1600-h/P1000058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMGq1o724I/AAAAAAAAAbA/9C_HlfKwiW4/s400/P1000058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396164111543032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around in the afternoon to find a currency exchange and some groceries. The thing about Australia is that it feels very familiar. The only things that feel foreign are the driving on the left side of the road and the trees. Look at this… have you ever seen a tree this color before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMGqbUplvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6MQXEuo6sU0/s1600-h/P1000050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMGqbUplvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6MQXEuo6sU0/s400/P1000050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396164104478627570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim from Klick picked us up again at 3:30 and drove us to Bronte beach (just south of the famous Bondi beach) for a Klick team picnic and our first taste of Aussie ocean. We had fish and chips and fried scallops (which meant scalloped potatoes in this instance and were greasy as anything but melted in your mouth, yum) and Aussie beer. We arrived home exhausted and fell asleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have been assured that the spiders are not a serious threat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111403711907775268-5115766976063324838?l=iserisinoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5115766976063324838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-la-to-sydney.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/5115766976063324838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111403711907775268/posts/default/5115766976063324838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-la-to-sydney.html' title='From L.A. to Sydney'/><author><name>Liddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUxXgaUzPQY/SuMINjlWDcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ClqN9M35sH0/s72-c/P1000053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
