We realised before we left home that we were travelling on an international flight with Jetstar not a domestic flight as we thought. That meant we had to clear immigration and security so we had to leave earlier than we thought. We intended getting a taxi to the airport, which costs $50-$60, return, over $100. We had a look at the long term airport parking and it was half price if booked in advance, $48. We booked. You have to specify your time in and out with a grace period of an hour either side. We were pretty worried when we returned from Sydney and again our flight was late. We were quite concerned that even an hour's grace was not enough, but we made it.
It was long walk out to the gate for flight, with only a couple of travelators to help. The flight left over twenty minutes late and we had to meet our accommodation person at a pre-arranged time. Again in Sydney it was a long walk from the gate to the airport, without any travelators. We waited forever for our cases to turn up on a carousel, maybe half an hour. We made our way to the airport station and did not wait too long for a train. I called our accommodation person with a new ETA. We left the train at Museum Station, no escalators or lift, and wearily trudged up Liverpool Street to our hotel. Just as we were passing the bus stop, three buses pulled up and we were in absolute chaos as the crowd dashed towards their appropriate bus. The person to meet was not there. We waited in the foyer and after five minutes, I called her again. She told us to go up to the eleventh floor and she would meet us there. She is very nice. We have booked through her the same place once before. However, she was chatty.........for at least half an hour, and we were hot, tired, a little cranky and thirsty. Eventually she left and we closed the terrace doors and switched on the the air con. The complimentary bottle of wine was too warm to contemplate. Slowly we cooled down.
We walked to the local IGA supermarket and bought cereal, bread, spreads, milk, tea and instant coffee. Next was Vintage Cellars for a supply of drinks for the duration. Of course we underestimated the quantity required!
Attached the hotel was a Thai restaurant so for an easy meal, we dined there. The food was ok and cheap, as was the wine.
Waiting for the train at the international airport terminal station.
While I know Sydney has some old trains, some not even with air con, we did not strike one. This one was very nice and quite new. I meant to ask Victor when we met up with him as to why do so many more people go down to lower train area? Is it cooler?
Apparently train doors that open at the push of a button were introduced a few years ago but it seems Sydneysiders were too stupid to cope and were left on the train until the next station, or missed their train. Most unlikely, but the push button system was discontinued and the trains with push buttons were converted to all doors open at platforms. It is very energy wasteful. Visitors to Melbourne note, you won't get far on our trains if you don't take action when you want to get on or off.
Co-coincidently we had the same room as our last visit to Sydney, some six years ago. It is not a flash place but very large and comfortable, with everything required for cooking meals, not that R did.
As usual, we started to mess it up before I thought to take photos.
Harbour views, well a tiny bit of water. Good enough to be harbour views in real estate agent speak.
Our hotel is in Sydney but I am not sure what you would call our main view. I would call it East Sydney and on to Potts Point.
A few days before had been the Mardi Gras parade and party and event he ANZ bank joined in theme.
Take a closer look at the ATMs.
And the slip from the machine.
I really thought this was a wrong spelling but it is an alternative way to spell chute. It does not seem to be especially an American spelling but it is used there by some.
The next day we were up on the roof where there is a swimming pool and spa. We could see Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo (I can spell it, sheep, toilet, cow, toilet).
Looking east towards Potts Point, Darlinghurst and Kings Cross.
A cannon protects Hyde Park.
The war memorial in Hyde Park with the omnipresent Sydney Tower on its stilt.
Looking down Wentworth Avenue. I recall walking up the steep hill after dinner and wine in Hay Street when we last visited. To put it bluntly, we were buggered by the time we reached the top. We are not used to walking up steep hills.
I had to look at this photo for a while until I remembered why I took it. The top storey is a glass enclosed swimming pool. It is either in Crown Street or more likely Riley Street. Can someone tell me if Riley Street once crossed Oxford Street, given the street restarts on the northern side of Oxford Street?
Later edit: Allan's comment is quite interesting.