Good morning! And what a view the hotel has! Looking right at the beach itself.
Now we know what the crack is for. I hope no one smells the phone when they borrow from him. They won't want to know where it had been to.
Surfer's is pretty as usual. The family crowd there was so much better than the schoolies crowd the following night. Nice and warm, with the sea breeze against your face. What more could you ask for?
We are so happy when we reached the Sydney Domestic Airport.
Before this, after a quick shopping at Harbour Town, we began our road trip back to Armidale. And we don't have a map with us. It was indeed a test of faith and we have a plane to catch in 6 hours time. I drove 180km/hr for the first time in my life! And with a V6 car, it didn't even shake a bit. I was clocking the speed at 2500rpm.
It was a trip back on the hills and highlands. No time for photos this time. We were held back several times behind some really slow moving MPVs (they call 4X4 here). We broke out in cold sweat, cannot imagine if we were to miss the plane.
We cruised along farms with cows grazing, scenic mountain views, and by the seaside. All zooming past us along the 500km route.
We took turns to drive. Both of us were deadbeat when we fill the car up at the petrol station just outside the airport. Eliss had to run in and informed that we have arrived, and not to fly off. We reached 15 minutes before take off.
This is one the best place for Japanese food in Sydney, located at King Cross. Eliss and I are famished after the long flight back. The flight got delayed because there were not enough runways and the plane has to circulate in the air for another half an hour (duh?!)
We encountered some turbulence along the way and that made Eliss feeling sick. I slept through it. So no worries for me.
Chun came to pick us up and it was straight to dinner. Eliss told me that the place is very good, and even Ryce agrees. I can't wait for the first dish to come!
The Japanese pancake is heavenly. Drizzled with sweet brown sauce and mayo, the dish was bursting with flavour with the meat and seafood inside.
The gyoza is unlike the ones back home, it taste better and the dip was swetter. I hate dipping them in vinegar.
The beef used for the suki yaki is so fresh, the meat is red, unlike Singapore's greyish red.
I tell you, the stock is simply marvelous. It's very uniquely Japanese, and it's pretty hard to be described.
The evening ended with fulfilled stomachs. And 2 very tired people.
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