Fish on the Rocks, Sydney

So, three days in Sydney and still Jonny was an indistinguishable dot on the surf so we never did get to see him ride any waves. I suspect that he really just sat in a cafe and read the paper, then threw a bucket of water over himself just before returning to the flat.
 What we did do, however,  was to  eat the most amazing food. On Friday, we went to Darling Harbour where there is a wall on which is written the  names of the immigrants dating  from the convicts onwards. Each one has been added from the Immigration archives and the quotes from some are quite moving. One English man in the 1800's said that the first time he knew that he was going to Oz was when the jailor opened his cell door and told him that a ship was waiting for him and many others. No time for goodbyes or farewell words to family. Mind you, depending on the family, that might not be unwelcome. Anyway, we left Darling Harbour in the dusk, with all the city lights from the skyscrapers like static fireflies around us and looking up, we could still see the stars really clearly. Then we made our way to Fish on the Rocks - the most amazing fish restaurant. John and I had the tasting platter for starters and mains - tender calamari, salmon stack, barramudi with a red thai sauce, juicy scallops and so on and so on. Each mouthful was exquisite. We sat outside on the pavement and it was HOT!

Going back to Manly on the ferry was magical - the bridge and Opera House all lit up  

Sydney Opera House from the Manly Ferry on our way back to the apartment