The GCW Tour, Sydney & New Zealand: A Split Shift

In my last conversation with the palliative nurse, she mentioned that they tried to help cancer patients come to grips with the fact that they can only really do one thing a day. I know exactly what she means. 

This morning I got up and got started bright and early. And after two hours had to return to my hotel to take a nap. Not a stellar performance by any means. I didn't even get very far. Turns out there's a weekend market right down the hill from my hotel, so I wandered around to see what was on offer.

I'm pleased to report that street markets are pretty much universal. Soaps, ceramics, organic foods. It's pretty much the same wherever you go. 

But while I was walking the market I came across the store front for (one of) the Sydney Ghost Tour(s). I love ghost tours. They're always goofy and fun, and typically give you a pretty good sense of the history of a place. Here's where the first mortuary was. Here's where the first gallows was. Here's where Fred hacked up Barney into little pieces. Fun stuff.

So I spent the afternoon sleeping and reading so I'd have the energy for the tour. Good thing I did. As our guide said at the outset, the two most important words he'd say would be "follow me" and when he said them he was off like a shot. 

Oh yeah. While the picture I took sucked, the tour did pass directly by the "longest running Irish pub in Sydney." Of course it did.

Anyway, the Ghost Tour was basically the end to my visit to Sydney. Sib2 and the sister-in-law will be arriving shortly. We've got a couple of hours here, but then it's off the airport and Wellington, New Zealand. 

It may be a day or two before I have a chance to post again.