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Sunday, April 18, 2004
Vacation, Part 1
 
Here we go, starting with last Friday, April 9th. Friday was the first day of vacation- after finishing up a test on Thursday evening at 9pm. After sleeping in (cause dinner didn’t get made till some extremely late time after 9 the night before) I got up, and basically had a chilled out day- Lisa, Ryan, and I went for a walk to Centennial Park and enjoyed the fresh air. Ryan left us when we got to the park, but Lisa and I walked through it and saw some interesting mosaics around the site of the recreated wetlands in the park. They cannot truly be described, so I will have to go back and take some pictures and post them up here. Then we just followed a street in the general direction of back home and found our way back. We (all 3 of us) then grabbed a box of wine (leftover from our housewarming party several weeks earlier) and took the bus to Taylor Square from which we walked to Christina’s apartment. We got there slightly after the pizza had arrived, but luckily a few slices were saved for us. Also there were Simon, Peter, Cindy, Dylan, and Kendra. We sat there for a while drinking wine and eating chocolate Easter eggs. Then we progressed into drinking games that ended with a number of rounds of ‘Never have I ever’ (after an unsuccessful game of ‘Blow the cards off the bottle’).

Then, sufficiently inebriated, we took off on the Fountain Tour of Sydney, complete with brochure, designed by Simon. The first fountain had us walking to Kings Cross where we splashed to our hearts content in the El Alamein Water Fountain. We got nice and wet and had to deal with lots of questioning stares as the area was still quite crowded at that time. After leaving there was a bit of a worry as Ryan thought he lost his wallet in the fountain somewhere, and a search turned up empty. It was found later that evening, back in Christina’s place. Next up was supposed to be the fountain in Hyde Park, but being slightly drunk, the leaders of our little group decided that the reflecting pool was what we were looking for (and we ended up missing the Archibald Fountain entirely). Once again we had a lost item, although this time it was Simon’s cell phone and it was for real. A further search the next day proved fruitless, and the phone was switched off, so calling it didn’t help. Also, just as we got out of the fountain a security guard car pulled up and started eyeing us suspiciously, and didn’t leave till we had started our walk towards the next fountain. Although it was supposed to be 4th, a decision was made to skip number 3 at that juncture, as it would have resulted in an extra hours walk. So the new number three was the Tank Street Fountain in Herald Square in Circular Quay. (And amazingly enough almost no one knows the real name of this fountain as searches for a decent picture in daylight turned up a total of 5 hits. This fountain looked a little sketchy as the water level was somewhat low and there were rusty looking bits in it, but it didn’t stop most of us from climbing in. Once the third one had been conquered we were cold and tired, and hesitant about moving on. As we walked towards the Opera House, a bus came by, and it was the bus some of our group needed to get home, so a few departed leaving me, Lisa, Ryan, Dylan, Christina and Simon. We all scampered over to the Opera House Fountain (finally a picture of my own that is decent and shows the place in the light). Lisa and Christina ran ahead and dove right in followed by Dylan who clambered to the top and proclaimed himself king of the fountain. A few minutes of splashing, a few pictures and we were ready to go. We went back to the bus stops, and Lisa and I went to our stop while the others decided they were going to complete the 5 fountain tour. So Lisa and I went home (cause we had to get up at 7 the next morning and it was almost 3:30 at this point) and they went on and found the 5th fountain after a long walk. We got home, got a very short nap and got up to the next part of the vacation adventure… Dooralong. More coming soon.


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