Sometimes being a daft blonde helps...

On Saturday, I was due to meet my cousin, Denise, in Lilyfields, which is a district in Western Sydney. This involved two bus changes, which sounds easy, but proved to be anything but. The first bus to catch was 100m from the front door- so far things were going well. However, unlike London buses that announce the stop, Sydney buses do not. Thus to find my stop I had to ask the very kind Australian gentleman behind me, who was incredibly helpful. However, the next difficulty was locating the second bus stop I needed. Having wandered around for a good twenty minutes, I eventually gave up and went into the local YHA to ask for directions. Again playing the ‘daft blonde’ card, I was given directions that proved not to be as difficult as first anticipated. I eventually found the correct bus stop, and jumped onto the first bus that looked as though it might be going in the right direction. On the second bus, I suffered similar problems, though luckily managed to persuade the driver to give me directions. Walking on foot for the rest of the journey, I again needed to call on the good will of the Australian people to help me find my way. The Lilyfields market is a food market mainly, with lots of organic produce and continental food stalls. Denise works on a cheese stall, as Australian cheese is not good. I had a lovely time pottering around the different stalls and in the school grounds, where ibis birds were wandering about.
Denise and I then went to the University of Sydney where Denise is doing her PhD. It is very like an Oxbridge college, with big open quandrangles and stunning buildings. We then drove to Glebe, another suburb of Sydney and had lunch in a café called Badde Manors, sitting outside in the glorious sunshine. I then took the bus to Circular Quay and the Rocks. Here, I wandered around The Rocks, taking many, many photos of the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. I was lucky that the light was good and that it was not too busy. I also managed to find a relatively cheap ticket to see a Bruch concert next weekend. I think, in this instance, I will let the photos speak for themselves...