27 May: Sydney

When my 747 finally landed in Sydney, I was relieved. The adventure was about to begin. Of course I wouldn't actually leave the airport for another hour--after my bags had been checked and I had cleared immigration. I fumbled my way with three heavy bags to an atm to get some Australian cash and to the train. I managed to get to my hotel without a problem and have the concierge take my bags to my room.

There is nothing better with 5-star service after you've traveled over 12,000 miles. Granted, the next day it was replaced with a hostel, but it was there when I needed it. I spent most of the day before Shannon arrived looking for a cell phone and wandering the city aimlessly.
Circular quay and a view of the harbour bridge in the background. It's in the Rocks area, the oldest area of Sydney.
I know you have all been waiting to see it. So here you go, the opera house, in all her mid-day glory. From Dawes Point. Of all the places I visited, Sydney had the best weather. Until we left of course, and now terrible rains and flooding are gripping New South Wales.
Port Jackson and a great sailboat race. What I love about Sydney is Port Jackson. I think it's one of the best places in the world to own a boat and go sailing every day.
After Shannon arrived, we went out to celebrate the beginning of our trip. We ate an outdoor restaurant in circular quay. This was the view from our table. We had too much wine, or at least after jet lag a bottle becomes too much. How I kept my hand steady, I don't know.

And the Opera House all lit up. We made it an early night, but it was the best night. Good food, good Australian wine and a view to die for. Not to mention sleeping in a real bed instead of an airplane seat. While I admire Qantas on their food, movies and service--nothing compares to a hotel bed after sleeping in coach. I would have slept on a floor and been happier.