Au Revoir to my old mate, Syd.

Goodbye Sydney, to your dock, even though it was not the one we were supposed to sail into and which caused expense and time wasted on our short day in you. Our only negative and it was not your fault.

Goodbye to Darling Harbour, where I sold bread so long ago, and we introduced Ceroc to a nation.

Goodbye to your amazing bridge, that our ship just managed to scrape under with about 2 metres to spare. One day I will climb you!

Goodbye to your wonderful old city ferries with their cheerful yellow and green. I am glad that you are the same as you were 28 years ago.

Goodbye to your magnificent opera house. There are only a few iconic buildings that tell you exactly where you are in the world and you are one of them. Your creamy tiles are still a delight to see shining in the sun.




Goodbye to your whimsy, and what you have done to elevate the original shame of convict ships by making the Rocks an excellent place to have a gin and tonic or a dry shiraz. Goodbye to The Push (circa 1884), that provided said libations amid a torrential rain storm.

Goodbye to your fabulous harbour that goes on and on, past lovely houses and gardens making the best of their water views.

Goodbye.... no. I cannot really say "goodbye", but rather "au revoir". Until I see you again.