Day two, we go on a motorcoach tour of the city. Â Got the general lay of the land. Â Stopped at a park and took some pics, saw hundreds (yes HUNDREDS) of multi-million $ homes including Russell Crowe's $40 million apartment, shopping centers, historic buildings, and PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! Â 4 million of em in Sydney proper.
Queen Victoria shopping mall:

Darling Harbour:

Made our way eventually to Bondi (Bond-eye) Beach, the most famous beach in Oz. Â It was overcast so I didn't see any nekkid ladies but the beach was ripe with saggy old blokes in Speedos. Â Blecchhh!!!
People kept taking my picture and pointing. Â I assumed it was because I'm a hot tub sales professional of international reknown. Â Turns out I had just forgotten to zip up my shorts that day. Â No worries. Â I was just "Hanging Ten" in surfer lingo. Â Well, maybe not ten...

No, I'm not performing a mammygram on Ol' Meanness:

After Bondi Beach, we loaded all 400 on a big boat for a lunch cruise around the harbor. Â The beer and wine commenced to flow and we enjoyed a baked free-range chicken kaboob, rocket and wilted spinach salad, and a dessert that I can't remember except that it was good!

We got to know Kim & Mike, the HS dealers from Myrtle Beach, SC. Â This was their first trip and they really enjoyed themselves. Â They had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen on living people. Â It hurt my eyes to stare at them very long. Â We enjoyed them as well and hope to go visit them someday:

I looked out the window and saw that we were racing some guy across the harbor. Â His dinghy ran like a scalded dolphin and he thoroughly kicked our bums!

Here's another view of the OH from the water:

That night was Valentines' and we had reservations at Wolfie's Grille, an exclusive steak restaurant right under the SHB. Â It was outdoor dining and they had a rose and chocolate truffles for my Love at the table. Â She had a king prawn salad while I had 9 oysters OTHS. Â That was followed with the lobster au gratin for Sweetie while I enjoyed a steak. Â That and 3 beers and then the check arrived:

$245 Goat-Smelling Dollars!!!!!!

 It was a miscommunication between the travel agency and the restaurant that we had booked the table for 4 HOURS!  Now, I don't want to sit anywhere for 4 hours, much less with my wife.  The manager knocked off $25 and did what he could, but I had a talk with the travel agency the next morning and let them know I was not pleased.  I still got loving that night because my wife felt sorry for me.  That's the best kind as far as I'm concerned.
The SHB at night. Â It was stunning and I'm sorry the pictures don't do it justice:

The next day was our walkabout from Bronte Beach to Bondi. Â It was a blast!
To be continued...