Mid October Pinko returned to our sea-girted land and when he flew into Sydney the boys were there to meet him.
Pinko, Marty and Roberts living the good life (spare a thought for the under appreciated photographer)
We had a gay old time rocking out in downtown Sydney. The first night we drank ourselves silly at the bar associated with the backpackers we were staying at.
The next day morn Pinko and I revived ourselves with a shaky 5 km run and some kebabs. Then the team headed to Manly so that Pinko could swim at a beach in a cool summer rain, while Marty and I enjoyed some tasty cocktails.Marty and I enjoyed a competition of pick a cocktail from the menu they no longer have the ingredients for.
Our third and final night took us on an eventful journey to Surry Hills to watch the French valiantly overcome an undermanned welsh squad in the Rugby World Cup semi final.I managed to procure a reserved sign from the Hotel which I will use for dastardly deeds in the future (look out Canberra).
Here I am reservin' some beer
Somehow, amidst the extreme bigness of Sydney I ran into Mel Stammell at the Dolphin Hotel, despite the fact that she too lives in Canberra.After many beers Roberts and I took a walk down Oxford Street before finding our way to a rooftop bar with Marty to finish off the night. All in all it was a splendid trip and wait for the moment we do something similar again.
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