I’ve finally had some time to sort through all my pictures from our honeymoon, so here they are! Look at them and imagine you are on a beach in Australia in the summertime, eating a Golden Gaytime and feeling wild and free.
Upon our arrival in Sydney, after spending Christmas day in the Abu Dhabi airport, we were ready for some fresh air and a meal that wasn’t plane food. Alex took us into the city and we found a cute, crowded café called Mad Spuds. I had halloumi for breakfast and I was so disoriented from 24 hours of travel and excited to be on the other side of the world and hungry that I didn’t even take a picture of it. We also visited two Westfield malls so that Leo could buy an Akubra hat and reach his final form.
The next day, Leo and I met up with our friend Simon and ate damn good chicken burgers at Little-L in Bondi, played with puppies on the beach at Rose Bay, drank old fashioneds in Erskineville, and ordered far too much Thai food in Newtown. The row houses in Newtown come in a rainbow of popsicle colors—dreamy.
We spent a night in Katoomba in the Blue Mountains, where Rosey’s dad lives in a pink house with so many hydrangeas (!!!). There were eggs, toast, and Vegemite in the back garden in the morning, followed by a hike to see the Three Sisters and a lesson in Aboriginal lore from Rose (other tourists even asked if she could repeat her story. The woman knows her stuff).
Back in Sydney, we barbecued on a little portable grill at Coogee Beach (not the best idea during a fire ban, but we were living on the edge!). I learned that sausages with grilled onions are a crucial part of every Australian barbecue, and that the concept of “shrimp on the barbie” is somewhat resented by Australians. The more you know…
In a move of dazzling forethought, Leo arranged the purchase of a red pickup truck that was waiting for us when we got to Sydney. It was a beautiful monster of a vehicle, the kind that can drive through a river and come out in one piece. We drove that bad boy to Mulloon on New Years Eve to spend a few days with friends on an incredible secluded farm that had horses, chickens, ponies, and goats. I was still recovering from jet lag when we rang in the New Year, but the next day I woke up early (and hangover-free??) to eat Double Coat Tim Tams and pet the horses and live life to the fullest.
On the drive back to the city we stopped at a seaside town for fish and chips and a walk on a beach with the softest sand. Tracey, Rosey, and Simone introduced us to the wonders of French fries with extra chicken salt and I snagged a cold bottle of lemon lime and bitters to wash it all down; for dessert, Tracey dared me to slurp an oyster right out of the ocean and I did because You Only Honeymoon Once (Hopefully).
(Insert a bit here about how, a few days later, we locked the keys inside the truck in a parking garage of yet another Westfield mall, then waited three hours for a guy to come break into our car so we could get them–oh wait, we were never to speak of that again…)
A week and a half down, a week and a half to go. Next we were off to Melbourne; more on that soon!