First of all I would like to tell you about this Serviced Apartment that we have hired for today. It is about 3-4 miles from Sydney centre and in a high rise complex that is less than 10 years old. The apartment is quite extraordinary for the money we have paid. It is large, modern and on two floors. The Company that owns it seem to own several high rise blocks around here and some are for sale, some are for long term rental and some are let daily like the one we are in. It seems to work very well. There are all the resources you could ever wish for and the local Supermarket stays open until midnight. I wish we had found this living option earlier as it suits our requirements perfectly and I would recommend it to anyone who visits Australia.
My friend Dave wanted to know what we do all day and how we decide what to do next.
So here we go….there is not a typical day in our travels, every day brings its own funny, annoying, expensive, tiring, enjoyable experience and here is one 24 hours.
Wake up knowing we cannot stay in our beautiful apartment tonight but will be back the night after – so 24 hours to kill with all our luggage – mm mm mm problem! A eureka moment in the shower, (no I was showering alone!) – GET A HIRE CAR – Yippee – free shuttle to the airport – sorted. No free shuttle. Get a taxi. Get to airport; hire a car from Red Spot . Bit expensive but they were the only car hire people who didn’t treat me with complete apathy – so they got my business. Great – dump the bags in the car, sit in and I say to Diane ‘Where shall we go?’ – ‘Dunno!’ she says. Back out of the car into the airport, two coffees and a blueberry muffin while we decide, with the aid of our trusted Lonely Planet Guide Book where to go.
If we go north we go through Newcastle – yes they do have coal mines there and if we go south we can go through Wollangong to Nowra. The Guide Book says Nowra has the whitest sandy beach in the world – Gotta see that – so off we set.
Two hours and thirty minutes later (the traffic was very heavy) we arrive in Nowra. No beach – oops my trusty navigator misread the map and the whitest beach is another 25 miles away. Undaunted we find a cafe with free internet and order two BLTs and two flat white coffees. No-one in the cafe has any idea how to connect to their Wi-Fi so after much huffing and puffing the chef phones the owner and gets the password – 12345678 (such simple folk these Aussies!!) At last Diane is able to read a mail from her sis telling her all about her leg op and Diane was able to respond.
Off we set again to the whitest sandy beach in the world and guess what? It is the second whitest!! We know – we have been to Pensacola in Florida and it was definitely whiter!! No worries (a bit of Oz crept in there) the sand was soft, the weather hot and the sea cool and that was just perfect for a 60 minute power snooze. After spending another hour or so admiring the young Sheilas on the beach we make our way back 70 miles to Wolangong for a nice fresh fish supper in a nice restaurant. Mm mm mm Wolangong reminds us of Preston – have you ever been to Preston? No? Then don’t go – its like Wolangong! We drove around for half an hour and eventually settled on a MacDonalds as the best place in town. A big Mac and coke was ordered before the coach with 50 burly footballers descended on the place and pandemonium broke out. We left.
Another 70 miles to go to our new Serviced Apartment in the Waldorf at Parramatta, a suburb of Sydney 15 miles out. Now just how different can a Serviced Apartment be? Well this one was the place from Hell – Full of rather undesirable, tattooed, scruffy Aussie youngsters. Our room was an ordinary Hotel room into which they had crammed a fridge, cooker, dishwasher, sink and washing machine (in the bathroom) and called it an Apartment. There was hardly any room for us in bed!!
That’s the way it goes sometimes – but as long as you keep a sense of humour, it aint so bad! Breakfast was included in the room rate but once again we had to rub shoulders with the best Aussies that Parramatta had to offer and watched a breakfast episode straight out of Faulty Towers….
We left Parramatta and drove straight to our beautiful apartment block in Waterloo where we had left 24 hours earlier – dropped our bags – managed to get the same Apartment as before. Returned the car full of petrol. Went back to the cafe in the airport, ordered two flat white coffees.
I said to Diane ‘What shall we do now?’ and she said ‘Dunno’ …………….