deal with it!
our street in bondi junction wasnt in any of the GPS units in the 5 or so cabs we caught, try getting there when you have absolutely no idea where you are a million beers deep wandering dark streets:
outside the shakey pub:
at the bus stop, unidentified stink:
the man, henry hewish:
the destruction of mac:
jumped on a free ferry to the 17th sydney biennale art thingy, a large part of which was located on cockatoo island a former shipyard, and prison with an intertesting history about the bushranger captain thunderbolt. it is now a place for the people.
photo below courtesy of the internet:
wish i remembered all the artists names aye.
there was incredible art all over the island by at a guess at least 50 national and international artists. pretty sick stuff all round. just bummed we didnt have more time to see it all.
definitely recommended if your in sydney before august 1st when it finishes.
caught an endless amount of trains:
thanks to these KINGS:
grimsley,
gannon
and
henners
for the company/tour guides/drinking partners.
see you soon sydney, or should i say S H A K E Y
