Sunday, 22nd September

We've had two good days out this weekend. On Saturday, we met up with friends, Jim and Di, in Kiama.  In conversation, we decided that Jim and I first met in 1966 so I think it counts as a long-term friendship.  He and his wife, Di, live in Kangaroo Valley so we don't see each other very often.

We walked out to the wharf and had a fishy lunch at the Fish Restaurant, then wandered up to the blowhole to enjoy the spectacle.  The wind was quite strong so the horde of spectators was treated to a great show.

Today we decided to get on the train and spend some time in Sydney.  We thought the trip would be quiet , being a weekend, but there was hardly  a spare seat on the train.  Getting out and enjoying life seems to be the norm in NSW and this was confirmed by the crowds at Town Hall,Station and Circular Quay.  We took the ferry to Watsons Bay where, again, there was no room to move.

Coming from the Anglo-Saxon outpost that is Launceston, multi-cultural Sydney is a revelation.  We live in a different country to the one I remember growing up in and I wonder whether our almost all-male, white, Anglo-Saxon, Christian government has the sensitivity and intelligence to steer us through this transition.

We're going to have to accept the reality of a dramatic change in our day-to-day circumstances if we are to progress. Sydney is an Asian city now and that's just the beginning.  Let's hope we can turn this to our advantage.  As the Borgs in Star Wars said, Resistance is futile.