The 8th Wonder of the World

Alright so I have been in Sydney all week.

And while I’m not working on my laptop back home, I get to go out to get a little bit of air.

So I took some suggestions of some of my readers and went to Darling Harbour.

Now I am going to state the obvious.

Darling Harbour… is a harbour.

No no… not just any Harbour…. but a DARLING one.

The kind of Darling where you’ll find expensive food all around it, targeted at tourists like me, who are assumed to have a lot of money to spend when we really don’t.

So for lunch, I skip the main courses and go straight for deserts like this.

Which looked nice, but tasted awful to be honest.

Now when you go to ANY city, the important thing that ANY tourist has got to do is to take a picture in front of the city landmarks.

So I trotted away and took a picture in front of Sydney’s Harbour Bridge.

And the Opera House.

But all that didn’t really amaze me.

Let me tell you what I would consider the Eight Wonder of the World!

I was at Bondai Beach the next day, apparently Australia’s most famous beach and it was a little cold there. The wind was so fierce I couldn’t bear to be outside for long.
So I sought shelter in a nice little cafe with a view of the beach.
Ah… nice and warm in there.

Anyway, it took only 2 minutes for my mum to later call me a little “Chicken Shit” and asked me to be more adventurous, to BRAVE THE COLD!!!

“GO LAH!!! How could you have spent 3 years in London without being able to stand even this kind of cold?”
Little did she know that I spent most of my 3 years in London in my warm fuzzy bed in the arms of a warm warm warmmmmm woman.

But anyway, to BRAVE THE COLD I WENT!!!

Sometimes it just isn’t so fun being brave.

But it was only with being brave that I saw it… THE 8TH WONDER OF THE WORLD.
I mean… THERE I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO STOP MY BALLS FROM TURNING TO ICE CUBES and looking perfectly normal since all the other men around me were wrapped up in winter clothes.