The Savvy Tourist

Disoriented Down Under

Part One of what might be an endless series......

As promised, here begins my Disoriented Down Under series on Sydney, Australia. I was hoping for a little assistance from my readers (especially the ones from Oz), but no one responded to my request, so I will just wing this and we will see how you like it. Once I actually get started, you may feel the need to participate after all.

Sculpture By The Sea

Along the coastal walk between Bondi and Tamarama, there is a one-of-a-kind outdoor art show called Sculpture by the Sea. This is Australia's largest annual free to the public exhibition of sculpture. 2007 was the 11th annual showing featuring over 100 sculptures from 18 different countries. Today I will share with you some of the extraordinary pieces of art that were selected to show in November of last year.

"G'day Mate"

These little tin men look like they are working hard.

                                             The artist calls them "Making our own way"

This is probably the best thing you can do to a Plymouth, if that is what it is.
The artist refers to it as "Mobile Home".

This is called "Tetrapus". Can anyone tell me what a Tetrapus is,
maybe it is a sea creature from Bondi Beach?

This is my all time favorite.It reminds me of the old sci-fi flicks of the 50's.

 

Two of the most colorful and appealing sculptures in this show are a "Ribbon" of flowers

that reminds me of the Wizard of Oz (no pun intended)

 

and finally "Where they fell" which looks like the coolest game of pick up stix ever!

For more information and a gallery of previous showings you can click on Sculpture by the Sea. 

Time Travel

I consider myself a fan of H.G. Wells, although my fascination with his time travel is fueled merely by confusion rather than intrigue. I've heard "time flies by" and that "time is relative" and I know that occasionally "I've got time on my hands". How can any of these things be true? Is there really not enough "time in a day"? For some people I suppose this could be true. Sometimes my list of things to do gets a little long and I wonder if I will "run out of time". A wise friend of mine once said his fix for that was to get up before himself each day. As funny as that sounds, I wonder if it could work. And how much coffee would that require?

My husband left for a trip the other day bound for Sydney, Australia. This requires crossing the International Date Line, not to mention numerous time zones. He left on a Tuesday, and after several time changes, arrived on a Thursday. According to my calculations, he had been in Sydney an entire day before he had actually arrived. Where did Wednesday go? Well, it gets worse. He landed in San Francisco on Saturday morning, and when I asked how his flight was he said "I don't know, I don't leave Sydney until this afternoon".