Every morning there was a huge breakfast buffet set up for us in the Captain Cook Ballroom. Â Fresh fruit, cereal, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, belgium waffles, crepes, bread, milk, coffee, and juice were supplied in copious amounts. Â A few observations, if I may:
1. Â Aussies evidently like their eggs runny. Â Blechhh! Â The scrambled eggs were unappetizing but on a couple of days, they had an egg, mushroom, and pepper torte, which was mighty tasty.
2. Â The bacon was delicious. Â Big ol' thick slabs of slobbering pig meat. Â Loved it!
3. Â The everpresent tomato. Â Every meal comes with a pickled tomato. Â Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Â Tomahtoe, tomahtoe, tomahtoe...it is a national obsession, evidently.
4. Â Vegemite sucks! Â Tried some in New Zealand, didn't have the urge to try it in Oz. Â It is the devil's curd.
I forgot to post the pics of our walkabout after we left the beach. Â We wandered around the Hyde Park area (their Central Park):
Got some shots of this really cool fountain. Â ***CAUTION- NEKKIDNESS TO FOLLOW***
Here is a statue commemorating the true love Aussies have for their sheep:
Here is a statue of Athena or Diana, the huntress, with some critters she is about to slay:
And here is Smiling Bob from the Enzyte male-enhancement commercials extracting the Essence from the Bull-winkle:
The water in the fountain was very cold, evidently.
St. Mary's Cathedral, the largest and most elaborate church in all the land. Â It was the only place where I saw any homeless people. Â They would ask "Sir, do you have any coins?" and I would reply "Yes, I do. Â Thank you." and keep on trucking. Â Yes, I am probably eternally damned, but it's not the first time I have been:
The Enzyte World Headquarters:
The official seal of Australia. Â The Kangaroo and the Emu were chosen because neither one of them can go backwards, which is symbolic I reckon. Â And, they eat them:
The next day, we had breakfast at the Opera House. Â The folks sitting across from me are the Vice President of Watkins and his wife. Â What is really nice at these functions is that everyone is very down to earth, from the president of the company right through to the goobers like myself. Â We enjoy each other's company and there is no posturing on anyone's part, just one-big happy hot-tub selling family:
We then took a private tour of the OH, but Pumpkin and I got up and left when the tour guide kept going on and on about Pres. Clinton visiting and how wonderful he was. Â Blecchh! Â I had better things to do.
A couple of indigenous mates playing their diggitydoos on the Quay. Â There were several street musicians and most of them were very impressive:
These two inspired me to purchase a loincloth so that when I play my diggeridoo, I can be as authentic as possible. Â My wife said I have to lose some weight before I'm allowed to wear it in public and I was not offended.
While my True Love was resting in the room, I went on my own walkabout to do some souvenier shopping. Â I ended up over at the Wombat on the Rocks shop where I met Shadi. Â Shadi was very, very nice and friendly and we enjoyed visiting with one another. Â When my wife's tragic accident occurs sometime in the near future, I'm heading down under to reknew some new acquaintances. Â She even did the Hook 'em Horns for me. Â What a gal!:
Next stop, Tobruk Sheep Station and my moment of glory....
