From the other side of the world, from the new year.
We have been looking forward to starting the trip and the new year in Sydney, and after two days, it has not disappointed.
While I was researching what to do for New Year’s, an ex-St. Stephen’s mom who moved to Sydney gave us the great advice of becoming members of the Royal Botanic Garden and buying tickets to the members’ only NYE picnic. So we bought beach towels at Woolworth’s and food at the market at department store David Jones, both of which were charging NYE tourist prices.
The gates to the garden opened at 5pm, and as we were walking to find our spot, we came across a gorgeous tree. I tried to take a picture of it and sadly realized that I left the camera battery in the charger in the hotel room. Nice. The lawn was crowded, but we weren’t on top of each other, and we found a great location. All in all, a civilized, family affair.
During our 7-hour wait to ring in the new year, we complained about the sun, lamented the heat (mostly Nati), played cards, recorded video for an upcoming project, did a taste-test for Nati’s treats page, watched police helicopters and show planes, ate dinner, read, complained about the cold (mostly me), watched the early fireworks, played “Heads Up,” complained about the low battery life of all our devices, napped (mostly Todd and Nati), and finally had to talk to each other.
The 9:00 fireworks came from barges on either side of the bridge, and the highlights were probably the ones shaped like birds. Next came a boat parade. The midnight fireworks were spectacular, lasting 12 minutes. They also mostly came from the barges, with intense bursts coming from the bridge. The opera house blocked the fireworks that shot down, but everything else was amazing.
Definitely one for the books. As good as last year’s ‘80s party. What has been your most memorable (good or bad) New Year’s Eve?