Well, here we are, 10,717 miles later, in Wollongong, where it is warm and sunny! The first thing we noticed as we disembarked from the plane at Sydney was a strange smoky smell, which was even stronger once we were outside the airport. We found out that this part of New South Wales has had some terrible bush fires this week (there is a drought here) and the air is still full of the smoke particles. All the way from Sydney to Wollongong as we drove through the Royal National Park we could see evidence of the fires – blackened trunks and scorched leaves. I hope there were no koalas in there!
Grandad and I went for a walk along the beach in the afternoon to try and stay awake (you’ll have to be good at staying awake when you come). It was quite windy so the waves were flinging spray up at all the rocks – the wild Pacific Ocean. But there is also a small lagoon at the end of North Beach, where it was much calmer and more tropical.
You will be pleased to hear that there have been no signs of any pythons, spiders, or snakes: just an elegant pelican waiting for the fishing boats to come in, and some very noisy birds outside.
Nana Down Under 