Gigantor and I enjoyed his first flight ever. on Friday night. I advised him to enjoy the hostie’s safety dance. She brandished the demo gas mask.
Me: “Oh, don’t worry about this bit. Oxygen is an add-on. You’ll just have to steal the breath out of old mate’s lungs in the event of loss of cabin pressure.”
He stared at me for more than 30 seconds making the “what even?” face before the penny dropped.
We stayed in Mantra 2 a short walk from Circular Quay which was delightful, especially when I got up before the others yesterday and had the rooftop spa to myself.
We had planned to do Zoo and Luna Park but sense prevailed and we enjoyed a lovely day at Taronga on Saturday. Highlights were seeing a Komodo dragon nearly close enough for it to drench us in poisoned spit, and a shark laying an egg. And there’s a lemur enclosure where you can be in the same space as the lemurs! It was a beautiful clear but not too hot day and I was struck by how friendly the keepers were and how every time you looked up there was another postcard slice of the Harbour to admire.
The lass pictured has a shar pei/staffie cross and I think I persuaded her to take the dog to the beach when she got off duty instead of Woolies and house-cleaning.
Went to the Rocks on Sunday but slightly hampered by a marathon and the grey drizzly weather We decided that yes, it is pretentious to wear your finisher’s medallion around over your street clothes well after the end of the race. Gelati for breakfast and a long browse through a button shop.
So far, so fabulous!