We travelled from the airport on the underground train- a splendid double decker affair but with absolutely no maps, information about stops or any clues about where we were. Very relaxed, which seems to be the Aussie way ( on the motorway, there are no No Entry signs to stop you going the wrong way down the exit slip roads. instead, half way down the slip road there's a simple sign which reads 'Wrong way. Go back'. I shall miss the resolutely common sense approach to life here!). Then on to the ferry which docks in the shadow of the Sydney Bridge and the Opera House. It's such a lovely way to travel and the lucky people of Sydney commute on the many ferries every day. Today we returned on the ferry and Jonny and Reanne went off to return some faulty shoes while John and I went to the museum of Sydney. Unfortunately, it was only open from time immemorial to 1799 as the 1800's onwards were having their carpets cleaned so we had our fill of watching the British conquer the known ( and even unknown) world over the centuries and then walked over to the Opera House to have a look round. On the way round the quay we noticed large gold discs set into the ground, each one giving information about a great Australian writer - Clive James, Germaine Greer, Barry Humphries, Mark Twain ( not Aussie but visited once) and Rudyard Kipling ( ditto). Interesting approach to defining great Australian writers.Then we ate oysters and drank crisp dry Sauvignon blanc overlooking the Bridge and Opera House which was wonderful and redeemed oysters in my eyes. I'd only ever had one oyster before and was pretty convinced that to eat an oyster was similar to swallowing phlegm. However, these were delicious and I'm now a fan.Ok, time to stop now, we're off to eat Moroccan food. It's a hard knock life..........l