27 June 2011
Intern by week. Tourist by weekend. It's thanks to my week, however, that I'm beginning to know my way around the city. (A few people did approach for directions while on the train... I'm not that good yet!)
I devoted the weekend to exploring Sydney. After attending Shabbat services Saturday morning (a 13 minute walk to the nearest synagogue from my apartment!), I spent the remainder of my day in the city. I peeked into the Art Gallery of NSW, marveling at the variety of artists and pieces in which I had never heard of or studied. 19th century aboriginal art had strong homosexual themes (all the male figures had massive dangling wieners... wieners that were all touching other male wieners. Or tushies. Or a bit of both. The aboriginals obviously liked to mix it up. They all looked pretty darn happy about it too.) 20th century Australian art took to much more of a British influence through portraiture and serene landscapes. The upstairs of the museum featured a large modern art section... I took a moment to observe a visual piece, hanging on a wall in a darkened hallway. A teenage, Asian couple stopped next to me. I thought they were observing the piece... until I turned around to find them passionately swapping saliva. Really, out of anywhere to stop. It had to be next to me??
After the museum, I walked around the city, strolling through Pitt Street Mall (the largest, outdoor mall in Sydney) and ending at the Harbour Bridge.
Intern by week. Tourist by weekend. It's thanks to my week, however, that I'm beginning to know my way around the city. (A few people did approach for directions while on the train... I'm not that good yet!)
I devoted the weekend to exploring Sydney. After attending Shabbat services Saturday morning (a 13 minute walk to the nearest synagogue from my apartment!), I spent the remainder of my day in the city. I peeked into the Art Gallery of NSW, marveling at the variety of artists and pieces in which I had never heard of or studied. 19th century aboriginal art had strong homosexual themes (all the male figures had massive dangling wieners... wieners that were all touching other male wieners. Or tushies. Or a bit of both. The aboriginals obviously liked to mix it up. They all looked pretty darn happy about it too.) 20th century Australian art took to much more of a British influence through portraiture and serene landscapes. The upstairs of the museum featured a large modern art section... I took a moment to observe a visual piece, hanging on a wall in a darkened hallway. A teenage, Asian couple stopped next to me. I thought they were observing the piece... until I turned around to find them passionately swapping saliva. Really, out of anywhere to stop. It had to be next to me??
After the museum, I walked around the city, strolling through Pitt Street Mall (the largest, outdoor mall in Sydney) and ending at the Harbour Bridge.
We took a day trip to the Blue Mountains Sunday, with a stop at a wildlife park, a hike to a waterfall (400 something stairs down and then back up!) and, before boarding our ferry to Darling Harbour, a 15 minute break at the Sydney Olympic Stadium. I met a kangaroo for the first time, found an alpaca store and had the opportunity to view an untouched landscape… merely two hours from Sydney’s city center.
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