October 2009
8 posts
WatchLike I said, there were bats up the wazoo at the Royal Botanic Gardens. I was all like, “Begonias? More like BOREgonias,” because the real sights weren’t the plants but what was hanging in them—and they were everywhere, despite the groundkeepers attempts to discourage roosting with this inflatable man (which frightened the hell out of me, but not so much of the bats).
Flying...
WatchThis weekend I became Jay Z and drank champagne on a yacht sailing around Sydney Harbour. Southern hemisphere, represent! Where my hoes at?
Music by The Lonely Island (ft. T Pain), who sail on boats way better than I do.
Wish You Were Here! (To Die.)
This is The Gap, a cliff over Watsons Bay in Eastern Sydney. In 1857, a ship carrying 114 passengers crashed into the foot of the cliff, killing all but one. Onlookers watched horrified as some of the bodies were brutally slammed into the jagged rocks and the others were carried into the harbor and eaten by sharks. Now, it’s become a popular suicide spot, visited each year by around 50...
A Dingo Ate My Blog!
G’day, mates! I’m in Sydney for the next month. Please enjoy (or ignore) my Oz-specific blog posts while I’m here. Unlike American blogs, they swirl in the opposite direction when posted.