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A city without equal - Sydney - fortunately without Lee. Wednesday, most of the morning national report to switch our four-wheeled national report home out with a more stationary. We checked into our hotel, which was just off Hyde Park - an incredibly central location, which made it possible to reach most major attractions on foot. After a quick lunch in Hyde Park, went through the nearby botanical garden. Spring is beginning to start down here and it could be seen in the incredibly beautiful park. At the end of the park we admired for the first time Utzon's spectacular work. A great sight which only highlighted by the sunshine in the surrounding water.
Sydney is located right on the water, as also many places meanders into the city. For this reason sizeable part of the public transport ferries. After buying a 7-day ticket for this, we ascended national report on the ferry from Darling Harbour national report - a station which certainly can be said to be anything prettier than Norreport. Especially in the evening is a vibrant evocative atmosphere that we already Wednesday night saw when we took a big juicy steak. The trip home took place also by ferry from where we admired the city of blinding lights.
After this masculine evening, Christine appears that estrogen levels were raised slightly and we therefore went on dress shopping! In the basement of the shopping center was known as the Haymarket, which is a big goat market (A bit misleading since goats basically, the only thing you can not buy). Fruit stalls, massage booths, national report souvenir shops and other tourist traps filled most of a large warehouse. We waded in love in all the traps; bought fruit, got massages and had bought other small items. Overall a nice morning. From a market with everything good over the sea to a market with everything well under. Then we went to another giant warehouse - Sydney national report Fish Market, where we had lunch. Here the food is not served on a silver platter, but instead on a large plastikkonkylie national report and contained among other oysters, scallops, baby squid and shrimp skewers.
In Sydney, it is by no means unusual that you bring your own drinks at restaurants. A good number of the restaurants have either not alhokolbevilling or permits only that attract guests. Therefore, we saw it as a golden opportunity to enjoy the gains from Hunter Valley here. After a little searching on the web, we found the restaurant More Catherine. Just not a restaurant that just catches the eye and therefore also mainly visited by locals. However, not so many at a time when the restaurant only seats 16 people! Holders, respectively waiter and chef, is an elderly French couple. French cuisine had in no way influenced the restaurant, which was an incredibly cozy and unpretentious atmosphere - we did not feel we were sitting in their restaurant, but in their living room. The food here was easily the best we have had on the trip and flanked brilliantly they, after the great golf performance, good grapes. Saturate and smug-faced went on to a few bars in Kings Cross, which is regarded as Sydney's red light district. The only red lights we saw, however, was in crosswalks.
For inscrutable reasons strike the alarm clock the next day and the breakfast was therefore replaced by an early lunch at Darling Harbour. Burger, fries and cola was heartily welcomed. Late in the afternoon we went to the Wentworth Park to see and especially playing at greyhound race. As the closest we had previously been to this is horse racing at Oslo boat, was a short introduction to the rules in place. national report Then we were ready - very clear, which resulted in gains in the first three races. In the next few years we doubt we just had beginner's luck, which they last ran happily modbevidste. 7 out of a total of 10 races earned a win. It was super fun to watch and cheer on the fast dogs with over 60 km / h chasing a plush rabbit.
Saturday we drove from the morning to the old town of Sydney; the Rocks. Here we first saw Sydney Observatory, which is most comparable to the planetarium, however, situated on a hill, which made the prospect quite nice. This view was quickly eliminated when we went over the Sydney Harbour Bridge, which not only can be described as a bridge but also as a monument.
Sweeping views later we went back to The Rocks, where every weekend market in the streets. Here was a cozy ambience with many small cozy booths and live music. After the market we finally took the obligatory pictures in front of the opera house, and we could not handle the 500 meters back to the train could without a cake-stop. Here we got a 6-layer chocolate cake, which still can get our teeth for watering.
Come ooooooon Swans. In the afternoon it stood on Australian national report football: national report Sydney Swans - Brisbane Lions. The atmosphere in the stands, among exclusively red dressed people (Swans' color), was top notch and was only better