Gotta love a country where this counts as the heart of winter. (Rock is prepared to be magnanimous in his praise after the All Black's mighty crushing of the short-lived upstarts.)
The rat race of Sydney seems a long way away. Well until the next millionarie's yatch cruises by and shatters the peace with 10000 horsepower of pure global warming.
Lady Libert... I mean Lady Chairman.
Mei heard there's plenty of openings in the Wobblies shambolic line out.
Rock runs into the only dudes who can down a fish and chips platter faster than he can.
With a convenient fish and chips shop just up the road, and a parking lot full of day-trippers, it's no surprise that the local denziens have plenty of time to preen in between rubbish bin raids.
In any other state, one could safely assume this quaint vehicular ferry is a throwback to a simpler time. But with Iemma clinging to the helm of NSW, it could well be the first step in his "grand" vision for the future of Sydney's public transport network.
Apparently the fishing is pretty good around here. Mei agrees, she caught a lovely snapper first try... using only a fork. It even came out with a nice golden batter...
There's a lot of For Sale signs out there on the marina. Forget last week's consumer sentiment readings, here's the true indication of just where the economy is heading.
Now that's a table with a view.
But Rock has his eyes firmly fixed on the real scenery.
For a mid winter's day, things could be worse. Like if the ABs had lost two in a row to those pesky Wallabies.
No wonder Kiwis are flooding over here as fast as Air NZ can funnel them over. Just so long as the Bledisloe stays over on the other side of the ditch all is well with the world.
