The Rocks and the Christmas market.

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By the Christmas tree by the Harbour.

I fear the worst. What started as a simple trip around the world has turned into a terrifying ordeal. I have used all of the emergency flares but no response as yet. I have eaten all of my supplies and most of my right arm, and now I'm running out of food completely. I'm having to use the McDonnels Irish curry John's mother sent to make the cardboard I'm eating taste good.  The Cherry 7Up has long since run out, so I'm living on rain water. And all because I told Fred that England were a better cricket team than Australia, and he hasn't let me leave the dungeon since!

Only joking, we finally manged to use another day off to try and see some more of Sydney. Our destination today is the rocks, which isn't the bottom of a whiskey glass but an area of Sydney thats been recently renovated to house galleries, cafes and other bohemian places.

The Aboriginal musicians.
First we stopped by the Harbor Bridge and Opera House, trying to get some more and hopefully better pictures of the Opera House as it was blending in with the white clouds last time! Job done we made the short walk to the Rocks, and the Christmas market which was in full swing. All sorts of everything was on sale, mostly junk of course but it was worth a look. They did have some useful things like boomerangs, hats with corks hanging off them and wallets made out of kangaroo's bollocks. Excuse me, I mean kangaroo scrotum.

We spent an hour or two looking around, not for anything in particular, although John was hoping for a case big enough to hold his sunglasses. To my surprise the last stall we came to had tables full of them, and he tried just about everyone but in vain.

A man playing a digery doo.
Not to be defeated he asked the Chinese lady running the stall if she had any big enough for his large sunglasses, and she rummaged in a bag at the back to see. She came back smiling and holding a large, bright  pink sunglasses case which Elton John himself would have refused as being too camp. He turned them over in disbeleif to see they had glitter writing on the front saying 'Sexy lady'!!  I know he's no Arnie but be fair!!  John put his arm around me to try and show her that he wasn't one of Sydney's large gay community, but she didn't take the hint and still went ahead to see if they would fit inside. John fought the urge to commit his first homicide and we patiently explained it wasn't what he was after before we moved on, and headed back to our tiny wee flat in Bondi Junction. 

We've had a few nights drinking with a nice Northern Irish couple in the house since the last blog,  and we are both looking forward to Christmas so we can go have some fun and see more of Oz.  More news then...

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By the Christmas tree by the Harbo…
By the Christmas tree by the Harb…
The Aboriginal musicians.
The Aboriginal musicians.
A man playing a digery doo.
A man playing a digery doo.
The Aboriginals.
The Aboriginals.
By The Rocks Christmas Tree, the H…
By The Rocks Christmas Tree, the …
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