Back in Sunny Sydney
Our final morning in perth was lovely -- sunny for the most part and comfortably warm. We had a relaxing brunch at a cafe around the corner from the hotel in a restored Victorian building. Then we wandered the open-air malls one more time, window-shopped iPod Minis and watched a street musician. Settled in a cafe again where the people watching was good, then made our way by taxi to the airport.
The flight to Sydney was quick and smooth, only about three and a half hours, just time for a quick dinner and lame movie. The hotel in Sydney -- same as last time and I won't honour them by advertising their name -- exceeded its bad impression from last time. Took ten minutes or more to check in (nobody in line at nearly midnight and we were reserved for three people), then we found the phone didn't work and there were only two towels. We got the room changed and were settled again just in time for the fire alarm to go off -- false alarm and at least it wasn't raining outside.
Now it's Sunday morning, oops, just after noon, and a glorious hot day. Claire is off to Manly to say goodbye yet again and we are sightseeing on foot in the city, meeting friends of Janine's later today for tea.