R, let's just go to the Quay. There is museum nearby and we can have some brunch, just not at Rossini. Ok, said R. Meanwhile I was furiously wringing my hands together as they felt hot, itchy and about to peel off all skin. I was not even conscious of what I what I was doing. We set forth. Sydney's war memorial has had a big clean up and is looking grand, but will the hoardings be down by ANZAC Day on the 25th of April?
R asked once we were at the Quay, have we got time for brunch in Manly? Yes, was my reply. We'll worry about our Opal card balances later. It must be our tenth or more visit to Sydney and we have never not caught the ferry to Manly. Lookee see. The Man o'war Steps where we were last night.
This was where the opera was last night in Farm Cove.
Shall we go to our fave place in Wentworth Street. Last time we were at Manly, October last year, it rained and our Manly experience wasn't so great. But this time it was lovely and the cafe came through with flying colours. The ocean beach was rough and picturesque, as were the surfers and those who had stopped surfing and were just so blatantly displaying their bodies on the beach.
Gorgeous buildings on the Manly Corso, including the the lovely Hotel Steyne.
As we left the Manly ferry, I wanted to check the return departure times and our Opal card balances. R marched forth and was not looking back. My joints were aching for a reason I did not know and I did not understand. I was very slow walking. I assumed the return ferry ran on the half hour, but no, as we returned to the wharf at 11.45, a ferry was departing. The ferry runs on the quarter/three quarter hour from Manly. R was now getting into panic mode about getting to Sydney Airport by 1.00 for our flight home, so we caught the fast ferry back to the Quay, which cost about $9, deducted from our Opal cards. It is hard to understand the daily Senior/Pensioner cap price when so many things are exempt. Once back at the Quay, we checked our card balances again and we had enough to get the train to the airport and pay the usurious Sydney Airport Gate Fee. Yet when we touched on at the Quay train station, our balances had dropped considerably. Clearly the $9 deduction had caught up with us. We were both at the point of saying fuck it, we will just be arrested for non fare payment at the other end. Amazingly it all went smoothly. My glasses were not on as we passed through the airport train gate, but I saw something like balance $3 displayed on the screen.
You've already heard about the disastrous trip home, but eventually we got there. Along the way my skin had turned from white to a pretty shade of pink. This was some serious allergic reaction to something. It wasn't until the following Mother Day that I worked it out, especially so as I could barely walk any distance because of aching joints, a reaction to the new medication I had started taking last Sunday. The effects of the medication took time to work, and have taken time to reduce, but I am pretty sure that was the reason for the allergic reaction.
It is with absolute glee that I can inform you that my Opal card has a -$3.50 balance and so does R's. R will have to top up his Pensioner Opal card before he can use it again in Sydney. My interstate Seniors card is only valid for two months and so Opal will wear a $3.50 loss. Why I cannot have a permanent interstate Seniors Opal card, I do not know.
I'll leave you with some cheesy hotel signs at the Travelodge. They amused me a little and they are much better than stern warnings.
I really liked this one.