Sydney Again

Sydney is two parts. I start in Sydney Central with Matt, Kirk, and Drew. Kirk is from a place in England, but not Manchester or London so I immediately forget. Matt is from Sacramento. Drew is from Niagara Falls. Drew is 18 and away from home for the first time and terrified.

We see the Sydney sights which I have seen before but Kirk's enthusiasm makes them new.

The Minus 5 Bar is an attraction that Andrew and I declined in Auckland but Kirk will not be denied. For thirty dollars, you can spend thirty minutes inside and a free drink is generously provided. A second drink is ten dollars and this one contains a detectable amount of alcohol.

The Australian Open is wrapping-up in Melbourne at this time. Lest Sydneysiders forget that membership has its privileges, one sponsor has put up an open-air theatre for its customers. As credit infidels, we and two thousand others are limited to watch from the more-than-adequate opera house steps. The men's final pits the world's number one player against a young Cypriot upstart. There is some early drama when the underdog takes the first set, but Federer soon gets his act together and shows his opponent who his Bagdatis.