Out And About-o

Mike has been here for just over a week and he has been making great progress with his knee.

When he arrived at the airport H and I had visions of him being driven out of the Arrivals hall on the back of one of those golf cart / buggy type things with a flashing orange light which are usually used by geriatrics who miraculously jump off the back of them as soon as they get driven to the front of the Boarding Gate.

Instead, he hobbled out on his crutch-o. It seemed like this was just for show though (he'd tried to get an upgrade without any luck) as no sooner had we left the confines of the Arrivals hall, then he went into Roger 'Verbal' Kint mode and began walking without it, for a short distance anyway.

I'd already mentioned here that he had ditched his crutch-o in favour of a collabsable walking stick-o on his first day about town. Well by day three his walk-o was a distant memory-o.

We've been out a about a fair bit over the last week or so-o.

We've been out for Thai-o.














Booze-o.




























And Coke-o.














We've been on the Ferry-o (a number of times!).




























And we went to Darling Harbour-o.










































As well as Bondi-o.














We've been to the Orbit Bar-o to have a few drinks and look at the view-o.




























And on the train-o (sorry it's a bit blurred-o).



















And the escalator-o.



















We've also been to Kings Cross-o.














As well as the Bungabar-o in Bondi-o for Will-o's birthday drinks.

























































































And to the Darbar for his curry-o in Glebe-o.














We've also been to the Opera Bar-o.














And the Botanical Gardens-o. The weather wasn't great-o but the views were-o.
























































If you're wondering why I have attempted to sound like an Aussie in this blog it's because ever since Mike's arrival we have been speaking to each other in the most ridiculous Australian accents. It's been so bad that H has told other people that it's like living with Steve Irwin and Joe Mangel, or Alf Stewart and Crocodile Dundee. He has written about it here in his first Sydney blog.

Poor H!