In contrast to last year, we awoke on Christmas morning to the sort of weather we Poms have always believed to be the norm for the day - blue skies, big sun, high temperatures. Sydneysiders will tell you that that good weather on Christmas Day is, in reality, as elusive as white Christmases in the UK, but for 2008, the weather outdid itself.
We were joined for the day by, of course, Grace and Bob, who were visiting for 3 weeks or so (they left for Perth and Singapore yesterday), plus Nicky and Graham and their brood. We ate a HUGE bbq outside, played a few games, splashed about in the pool and ended the afternoon drinking champagne in the outdoor spa. It was perfect. The children had a great time - especially when competing with the men at basketball!
On Boxing Day, our tradition (such that it is!) is to take the leftovers to the beach for a picnic, and this year Dee Why was chosen. I think there were more people on the beach that day than I have seen on the beach ever before in Australia, but the atmosphere was extremely convivial, the sea clear and the waves perfect. To be honest, both Anna and I were a bit under the weather with some sort of flu-type bug, but it's not too much hard work just to sit on the beach whilst boosting yourself up with paracetamol!
It was lovely, and I think we are getting closer to having established a pattern for this time of year which will hopefully start to feel as familiar and important as the one we had for the previous 38 years....however, I think in a few year's time we will have to come back to the UK for a proper one....
New Year's Eve was a busier affair. During our last few years in the UK, we had rarely done anything to see the New Year in, sometimes even retiring to bed before midnight. However, when you live in the NYE party capital of the world, what you do that evening is a big deal and a big talking point for weeks in advance. We had decided to do the real thing - to go into the city and watch the fireworks from as close to the action as we could reasonably get (taking into account we had the children with us!). Friends Jason and Julie found a Bavarian Bier Keller in The Rocks (right by the harbour) which could accommodate families and had a bit of entertainment to help keep the children going till midnight and a great time was had by everyone - despite all the predictions of doom and gloom about how difficult it would be to get in and out of the city, and what a nightmare it would all be.
In the event, we successfully parked the car in the Wharf carpark (ooo - you'll never get parked for the ferry....), walked on the first ferry (ooo - you'll have to wait ages till you can get on a ferry...) and successfully found our restaurant, enjoying some of the entertainment on Circular Quay on the way. There were - literally - MILLIONS of people in the city, but the police were out in force, it was very well organised, and the atmosphere was very friendly but definitely inebriated. After our meal and a bit of yodelling and traditional bavarian dancing (think lederhosen and a lot of thigh slapping), we left and successfully found a vantage point away from the main crowds by the water, where we felt the children wouldn't be trampled underfoot, and where we could see the Harbour Bridge very clearly, and watched the best firework display in the world. Definitely an experience not to be forgotten!
Getting home was supposed to also be the stuff of nightmares, but we made our way through the throng, and got on the first ferry we saw for Manly (ooo - you'll wait hours for a ferry home...), picked up our car and went on our way. A great night and no worries, mate...
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