An Airport? No, Life is a Beach!

We landed at Sydney yesterday a little worse for wear, but glad to be back in the land of Oz none the less. Passing through customs was delayed when we honestly told the authorities that we were packing no less than six cans of Hormel Corned Beef Hash as a present for our friends (who love the stuff). After the sniff dog determined that the luggage contained nothing more than tinned meat product (which ironically looks like something you would feed a dog) we were on our way. First a train from the airport to Circular Quay, then the ferry across Sydney Harbor to Manly, and then a city bus to Collaroy.

Along the way we activated our travel phone, ate a couple of meat pies, and Jayne endured my hearty cursing at the bargain suitcase in which the hash was packed. The wheels on the damn thing were worthless. Now we are comfortably settled in our apartment high on a hillside above Collaroy Beach. I took a long walk along the shore at sunrise. It was beautiful, although the erosion many structures suffered during the storms of last June were apparent. Today's snap shows Jayne seated on our front porch, which is fragrant with star jasmine blooms.