Oyster Bay Bed and Breakfast
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... The hostel isn’t very full – wintertime of course. I’m writing this
at 7.45pm Sydney time and we’re both yawning!
Tomorrow we’ll pick up the rental
car and head off to the Blue Mountains which will be chillier than Sydney. We
have had a light drizzle this evening in the city. We won’t be late to bed
tonight I’m picking….
... And many of the products are dedicated to people who want to live a healthy lifestyle.
Superfoods everywhere. I ate a salad with haloumi fritata (jummie, if you never tried this cheese: SHAME ON YOU) and grilled zucchini. I drank coconut water, ate roasted pumpkin, oatmealbars, the best yoghurt I ever ate with figs but also with honey and apricot. Veggieburger with sweet potato. The food made me love Sydney even more.
But then you got the scenery.
... 538M. After a sight seeing tour with the local guide around St Paul we sat for a break to have a coffee. St Paul is purched atop a mountain and consists of classic rock architecture and stone walls. As we have come to expect it has a cathedral in the centre of the village which is more spectacular inside than out. From St Paul we travelled to a perfumery which did not overly impress our ladies but a few in the group spent a few dollars there. After the perfumery we went to ...
... market with cheap fakes and pretty much anything you could want. We were expecting a pretty farmers market type with fresh local produce and good coffee and cake.........we did not find it here! lol Anyway, back to Darling Harbour, Douglas decided he would like to do sea world to see the sharks so we headed off to do that. I have to say personally this is really not my kind of thing, I think you can do it for 15 minutes and then it all ...
... a boy rocks back and forth, in the living room a woman lights up a smoke, the baby's room has an eerie rocking chair projection with sounds of booming footsteps running up an invisible staircase. But the bathroom was the winner - steamed up shower with hand streaks. I loved. LOVED.
These installations fed off the old, disturbing energy of the place and provided a serious creep factor. I was desperate to return at night. Alas, ...