Wednesday Evening.

 Yesterday, Tuesday, is swiftly dealt with. Walk to Circular Quay: ferry to Manly: walk to Shelley beach, where Joan swam. Walk back to the Corso via the smoothie shop--two mango smoothies. Visit to the Manly Art Gallery. Ferry back to Circular Quay. Walk to the QVB bus stops, Joan buying a pair of shorts on the way. Bus to Apt 503.

Tennis--on TV...Australian Open. The usual after dinner walk.

Today...more adventurous. Bus to Taylor Square. bus to Coogee, and then the five kilometer coastal walk to Marouba. At the point on the walk where one usually walks across a rocky ledge and climbs up stairs at the end, the trail was blocked as a result of storm damage to the stairs. This entailed a lengthy diversion on the streets, but it proved worth it; we walked through streets of magnificent houses--many of great architectural interest. When we asked a construction worker what sort of prices these houses made, he said "At least $10 million dollars."

Just before Marouba, we swam in the rock pool. Bit of a production, changing, and finding somewhere in the crowds to sit. There were a lot of people there, filling almost every spot where you could put your stuff down. Joan swam twice. I immersed my self and splashed around for ten minutes or so: refreshing... 

Lunch outside on a shaded picnic table--after a long wait for food, and then the bus back to Taylor square: walk to Coles: shopped, and back to the apartment.

Joan collected our evening eats from the shop in the Loop. Good meal. and the usual walk after we had eaten.

More TV tennis.

We continue to be shocked by seeing men, and to a lesser extent women, with most of their visible flesh plastered in tattoos.

Why on earth do they do it?