Sunday, December 6, 2015

Sydney - 2

Friday 4 December  
Built on Sandstone

Heather, Keith, Ned and I drove over to Camperdown, a suburb of Sydney where Gillian and Nigel live. We then caught the bus to Central from where we started our Sydney walk via Goods Line – the route Gillian had scouted out on foot, researched and mapped the week prior to our arrival.  

Goods Line was part of the first railway that opened in NSW in 1855, and is modeled after the High Line in NYC. Used to transpsort goods from Darling Harbour to the rail yards near Redfern, it wasn’t until the 1870s when the Darling Harbour Goods Yard was built on reclaimed mud flats in Cockle Bay. At this time, Darling Harbour became an international transport and manufacturing hub, and the Goods Line became vital to the movement of coal, shale, timber, wheat, and produce.  



 The Goods Line prospered until the 1960s when plans for a new seaport in Port Botany were realized, and due to the increasing use of road transportation, the use of the rail line declined. In 1984, the last goods train left Darling Harbour Goods Yard.
 











En route we passed the recently completed Frank O. Gheary building that is part of UTS (University of Technology, Sydney).


 We walked to the Power House Museum – on the list to visit next time we are in Sydney. 

At Paddy’s Market Keith said g’day and hopped on the train for Bondi Beach.


We went on to walk through the construction site of the future downtown convention and arts center of Sydney, the Chinese Gardens, then Darling Harbour before Bangaroo Reserve. This is the future dock area. The park is built of Sydney sandstone with impressive displays of Australian native plants. Bangaroo is named for the woman who used to negotiate between the Aboriginal Peoples and the British.



We had lunch at the restaurant at the end of the wharf of Sydney Theatre at Walsh Bay before heading off to Bondi Beach to pick up Keith and Garry. Then, we hit horrendous Friday afternoon traffic en route home to Avalon (Northern Beaches).

View from Restaurant

Bondi Beach

Garry Smailes (Spider) and Ned







Sydney - 1


Monday, 7 December - Am a bit behind, and will fill in the blanks later, but wanted to get the Sydney notes up before we head off to New Zealand later today.

Stay tuned for:
Freycinet National Park
Port Arthur
Un-Zoo
Ghost Tour

Thursday, 3 December 
Erskineville and Newtown
HBO>SYD flight was 12:50-2:35.
We are in Sydney – the impetus for this trip Down Under. On Friday, we flew from Hobart on Jet Star – our new favorite airline (although the locals question our rating).  

We already had received an impressive itinerary from our friends Heather, Keith and Gillian. The planning that was invested was truly worthy of a royal visit, detailed to a gnat’s eyelash. They, along with Gillian’s beau Nigel, had scouted out restaurants, had walked the routes, rung up proprietors to ask if we can bring our own wines, figured out bus schedules and the matter of bus tickets, etc.  

Our dear friends Keith and Heather were there to pick us up and whisk us to the nearby hood of Erskineville, where their youngest daughter Elske has purchased a fabulous apartment with her fiancé Stuart.

 Gillian and Nigel arrived soon thereafter bearing champagne and two kinds of house-made paté to add to Heather’s offerings of feta-stuffed green olives and cheese-stuffed peppadews (sweet piquant peppers from South Africa).
Keith and Heather Morely with Ned  
Nigel and Gillian
Nigel Howard, Heather and Keith, Gillian Smailes, Ann and Ned


Elske, Heather and Gillian

Elske and Stuart - Will be wed 14 October 2017

 - Elske and Stuart








Thursday, December 3, 2015

Edge of the Bay

Drove 3 hours up the East Coast of Tasmania from MONA to Coles Bay, arriving at Edge of the Bay resort at dusk. Moved in to Cottage 7 - with our very own wallaby!



Tuesday, December 1, 2015

MONA, not Lisa

Monday - MONA

Museum of Old and New Art is an architectural wonder and well-worth the AUD25/person entry fee. Designed by Nonda Katsalidis at a cost of $75 million for Tasmanian philanthropist David Walsh, it is literally carved into sheer rock face and descends 3 stories below ground.


Tasmanian David Walsh made a lot of money gambling. Rumor is that he is Autistic Savant. No matter how, he made A LOT of money and began collecting art. MONA houses his impressively eclectic art collection, which (1) he is graciously willing to share and (2) is certain to inspire animated dialog. Walsh’s is the largest private art collection perhaps anywhere in the world and is certainly the most… different. Antiquities are displayed aside contemporary art that often mocks and can even rage against the notion of culture from which it is derived.


MONA sits on a property that was once the Moorilla Estate, 12 kms north of Hobart. It can be reached by car via Highway 1 or by one of the MONA-designated ferryboats, painted in colorful Holstein cow spots that resemble camouflage. The grounds are magnificent, surrounded by Moorilla Estate vineyards and eye-catching iron sculptures, many by Wim Delvoye (my favorite is his chapel).

After paying your entry fee (self-identifying Tasmanians – “yes, yes, second head, etc. etc.” are granted free admission), you are directed to descend to the lowest level where you receive your “O” ipad and earphones. None of the art is labeled and while there are persons around to advise, there are no docents. So you simply tap the “O” icon, the GPS finds where you are and shows you images of the art nearby. You then tap on the image and up pop several options. You can listen to an interview with the artist, music that was commissioned specifically for that piece, and/or read about why Walsh chose to add this piece to the collection (the Gonzo option).

There are any number of restaurants, all serving healthy and tastefully (pun intended) presented food. Also on the menu are Moo-Brews from the estate’s own micro-brewery. There are also bars located throughout the collection. The Void is on the lowest floor and is advertised “Think velvet, sandstone and making eyes at the chick with the black nail polish while you slurp your postmodern martini.”