She obviously has some grunt. Leaves San Francisco 5th February , presumably lost three days due to stopovers and arrives Sydney sparrow fart on the 20th. Not bad, not bad at all.
Of course that bloody Portugese bathtub , you know the one, Julie Julie Julie something or other, could do it quicker but that's to be expected
Sydney Harbour was abuzz last night and the city was reduced to complete chaos. Every street that had any sort of a view of the Queens was in gridlock. Some wonder boy at the company that operates our harbour tunnel decided that yesterday was a good time to close the damn thing for a spit and polish, the bridge ground to a halt, ferry masters apparently stopped collecting tickets in order to cope with the crowds, utter mayhem.
What I loved were the passengers rabbitting on about how lovely it was that the people of Sydney came out to welcome them to Sydney. Bugger Off. F##K the tourists, we just like big ships.
Probably goes back to our convict days when every new arrival meant perhaps a ship full of women convicts ( or given that this is Sydney, the new unsullied men were probably just as welcome) hey, even better, food or top of the pops, grog !!
Ah but this is Sydney. 0700. In the middle of all the kerfuffle, hundreds of boats, two huge super liners, ferries stopped so passengers can have a look, army, navy, customs, coast guard and water police all out to try and control the mayhem and what do we get ? Right throught the whole scene comes a ski boat towing two naked skiers. You have to love this town. Sydney probably likes to think of itself as the New York or London of the South Pacific. Los Angeles is more like it. Deep deep down inside, when it's soul is laid bare for all to see, it becomes glaringly obvious that this place is shallow. But who gives a flying rumpy pumpy about that. As someone once said you have to grow old, you don't have to grow up.
Oh and more bloody fireworks.