August through September, 2010

September 16, 2010 at 9:54 pm

While the last month has been fun, I don’t think it warrants a full blog post. For example, I could go on to describe our walk around Cremorne Reserve, an international rugby match between Australia and New Zealand that we attended, or the fact that I’ve been running a few miles every other day (albeit very slowly), but I’ve decided not to bore you with the details. Instead I will show you some cool photos from the past 31 days.

Under the Bridge
Walking under the south side of the Sydney harbor bridge.

Kookaburra Over Opera House 4
Cremorne Reserve: Kookaburra in foreground flight over the Opera House and harbor backdrop.

Riding on the Train
Portrait of Hayley on the train.

Mosman Bay
Mosman Bay,
On a nice day.

Apartments in the Rocks: Framed
Apartments in the Rocks, effects by Hayley.

Missed the Train, Coffee @ Zumbar

May 4, 2009 at 5:04 pm

Hayley’s car died last Thursday. What we thought was an oil leak was actually a broken water hose that was leaking water into the engine. Hayley was having trouble driving the car over thirty mph and she could barely make it to Advantec (click for Yelp link), the highly acclaimed automotive repair shop on Adams Avenue in University Heights.

With the help of her parents, Hayley was able to get by this weekend without my car. This week though, I’m on the bike and she’s got the Suuby.

This morning I barely made it to the train on time; my bike speed is not what it used to be. I purchased my ticket and had about forty-five seconds to spare before boarding. This afternoon, I wasn’t so lucky. Four minutes late and now I have an hour and twenty minutes to burn. I decided to check out the coffee shop next door, Zumbar.

@ Zumbar

Honestly, things have turned out pretty well! Zumbar is much better than sitting on the couch at home while Hayley works. They have cool, rhythmic music playing and I’m drinking a high quality Vanilla Latte out of a real mug. There’s a hookah bar next door and I’ve seen all sorts of people walking in and out, from suit-and-tie business people to slovenly dressed college students.

The waitress from next door just came over and asked if the internet was working for me. I admitted to it, although I wasn’t very forthcoming since I wasn’t supporting their store. She was very nice and I feel badly about how I responded. Hopefully she’s not too dismayed. No big deal I guess, she’s probably high*.

All in all, I’ve turned an unsatisfactory and agitating situation into a unique and relaxing experience. That’s always nice.

* on life, of course?!