covering 7
to 9 November 2019
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The Opera House and the business area from the Harbour Bridge |
I really do like Australia and Australians but one
thing I find particularly irritating is the regular Australian adoption in
their speech of what I call infantilisations, although I daresay there is an
official word for it. I mean the sort of
oral tic beloved of sport commentators who can’t say Giggs or Brown but feel
compelled to say Giggsy or Brownie. Here
in Oz the shortening of words often requires some knowledge or context to
understand. Barbie is easy to decipher
as Barbeque but how would you work out that relos mean relatives, freo is the
town of Fremantle and so on. I prefer to
call a spade a spade rather than a spo.
We even had to ask what ‘pokies’ were which seem to be available in some
places but not others. It turns out
they’re slot machines, short for Poker Machines. We were caught out in the Blue Mountains to
the west of Sydney or perhaps it’s Syddo when we went into a tourist
information office (a touro info offie) and were warned that the coming weekend
would be very busy, packed even, in one of the local towns because of what I
heard was their annual ‘roadie’ show. Ah
cars, I thought. Heather had heard
‘Rodeo’. Ah, horses, she thought. We only found out later that we had heard
different things and later still we found out that the word was Rhodie and it
was their annual Rhododendron Show.
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Jacaranda in full bloom |
Sydney was a break from motor homing because we were
in a hotel for four or five days. Big
city and big prices. So our on-board
travel consultant found a good central hotel which was more than we were used
to but we booked it anyway. Just after
the booking was confirmed Heather had one of those ‘I wonder’ moments, checked
and found that the price she had been looking at on the booking site was in US$
not AUS$ so it was about 30% more than we had thought was expensive. Still it was a lovely hotel, understated sophisticated
rather than that garishly bling style beloved of so many hotels at the higher
end of being designed in Las Vegas Vernacular.
It was in a good position about ten minutes walk from the waterfront and
it did a great buffet breakfast. What
you might call a ‘no need for lunch’ breakfast. According to a display board inside it had
been built by the Grace Bros. retail empire.
Shades of “Are You Being Served” for those old enough to remember
it.
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the business area from near the Opera House
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Well Sydney is a big city and with the time we had we
were only ever going to see the centre, which is high rise with a few older
remnants of the Sydney of the 1900s or 1930s.
An interesting area called The Rocks down near the water is a few blocks
which were due for development but saved by local protests. There are of course two big sights and sites
here which I think do justify the word iconic but I absolutely refuse to say
awesome. The Sydney Harbour Bridge and
the unbelievably wonderful Opera House.
Well OK, awesome for The Opera House.
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the Giant Coathanger |
It is possible to climb right to the top of the
bridge which I wasn’t going to do even before I saw the price of between AUS$268
and AUS$403 a ticket. We went up one of the towers for AUS$25 each
and got just as good a view without the wind and terror. The towers by
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from the north, looking towards the city centre |
the way are not part of the
bridge supports, they’re decorative. The
pictures of the construction really are eye opening. Workers wore ordinary jackets and shoes,
there were no safety lines or protective clothing and it’s reported that only
two workers were killed by falling off the bridge. The finished article is reported as having
taken six years at a cost £10,057,170. 7 shillings and 9 pence. In contrast, the Opera House (did I say I
liked it ?) was projected to take three years and cost AUS$7M but it actually
took sixteen years and cost AUS$102M to complete. Well worth somebody else’s money, I’d say.
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walkers on the summit attempt
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from the Harbour Bridge. the Pacific Ocean is in that direction |
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well, guess what this is
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a more classic view
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Now you will all have seen pictures of the Opera
House and seen for real it is the very opposite of a disappointment but it was
smaller than I‘d thought. It stands on a
promontory with no other buildings near it and so is clearly visible from many
angles. It is one of the most photogenic
buildings I’ve ever seen and had I still been using colour slides it would have
cost me a fortune. Ah, the joys of
digital. People interpret the shapes as
sails or shells and I thought they looked more like the bows of boats stood on
end. During the guided tour we took we
were told that one schoolboy suggested Nuns in a Scrum which is as good a
description as any and we were told that there are over a thousand rooms in the entire struture. Years later the
Danish designer of the building, Jorn Utson was asked what it represented and
he said nothing, the shapes are segments of a sphere. The tiles on the outside which make the building so obvious are specially made
to be cleaned by rain and despite what they look like from a distance are not
all white. Utson never saw it finished,
he stopped work when the payments for his company were stopped. He was then sacked under the excuse that by
stopping work he had resigned. He never
returned to Australia.
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