I think Mary’s is supposed to be a secret. In order to get there, one must turn off King Street, Newtown’s main drag, bustling with people of all shapes and sizes, into a tiny, unlit alleyway. The door to Mary’s is about halfway down this alley, completely unmarked except for the presence of the bouncer standing in the doorway.
I have many grand adventures to tell you about. I’ve been to a lot of interesting places recently, so I have a backlog of material on distant locales and crazy shenanigans to share. But before I tell you about any of those things, though, I want to tell you about today’s small adventure.
Australia’s December climate is not really the most Christmassy, in the traditional short-days-and-snow kind of way. Down here we know Christmas is coming when the days are getting longer, the pool is warm enough to swim in and the beach beckons! It’s easy to see, then, why some of the more Northern-Hemisphere-orientated Christmas traditions don’t work all that well in an Australian summer. Snowmen and mulled wine are definitely out, as are huge, hot meals, gathering around the fireplace and “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” (though my family persist in having a steaming hot pudding as the finale to Christmas lunch each year, even when the temperature’s pushing 30oC). (more…)
Sydney is a big place. I’m not just saying that as someone who happens to live there and therefore thinks it’s their duty to tell everyone how important their hometown is. It’s actually big. The 34th largest city in the world, in fact, if you’re judging by land area (which may not seem that great, until you consider how many more than 34 cities there are in the world). Why am I telling you this? Because in the last year or so, I’ve gained a new appreciation of how large Sydney is, because my boyfriend lives at more-or-less the opposite end of it to me. It takes me an hour to drive from my house near the CBD to his near Campbelltown, in Sydney’s south-west (and longer if the traffic’s bad), and that isn’t even covering the whole city! (more…)
I scheduled my first visit to the noodle markets for a Monday. The forecast predicted a thunderstorm, but the day began sunnily enough. By lunchtime, clouds had begun to gather, but coupled with the bright sunshine and the warmth of the day they failed to look remotely threatening. (more…)