Saturday morning blue skies and sunny so off we went to the beach. This time we went to Coogee which I must admit is nicer than Bondi. I am very fond of Bondi as I spent many happy times of my twenties there, but have to admit it is a bit on the tacky side (with apologies to any Sydneysiders who are reading this). Coogee is pretty busy but it has a very pleasant feel to it and houses and flats surrounding it look well kept and comfortable. If Bondi is Clacton then Coogee is Frinton. OK only Essex people will understand that but never mind. There has bee a bit of a hurricane up in Queensland and the East coast was receiving the end of it and the waves crashing in on the beach were huge.
Life boats were zapping up and down demented wasps watching the swimmers and in the end the announcement was made that the beach was closed, ie - nobody was to swim further out than the shallows. Well, make an announcement like this and there will always be those who ignore it and think they can cope. Pleased to say it was not the visitors or tourists who disobeyed, but the Aussies who really should know better. One guy got pretty rude about it despite the fact that the lifeguards were hauling people out of the water who were in danger of being swept out to see. We heard later on that somebody had drowned in the next beach so these precautions were called for.
On Sunday stil breezy but we felt that sitting on a beach with the winds would be more of a penance than a pleasure and we took ourselves off down to the harbour and had lunch and then hopped on a ferry which was calling at several stops - this is a cheaper way than seeing the sights, the commercial cruises that tour around are very expensive. Now I know that I took many pics of the opera house last time I was here and told myself that I really mustn't take any more, but I simply could not resist.
The sky was a clear cerulean blue and the shells of the Opera House reflecting the sun and etched against the sky were simply stunning and I got snapping again. I simply love this building and never tire of looking at it. Sometimes I go down to the harbour just to have a coffee and sit. On our return we talk a quick walk over to the museum of Modern Art where this is an exhibition of the works of Anish Kapoor. He had one of his famous reflecting sculytures outside, simply beautiful and reminded me of the time I was in Chicago and saw one of his sculptures there - named by the locals as The Bean. Pity he did not do something so lovely for the Olympic Park in London last year. All we have is what looks like an unfinished tower of red etal. Ah well. Exhibition is on to the end of the week and I think I will pop down and take a look.
Then bus home, ordered in a Pizza and we slobbed out for the evening. Perfect weekend.