Bus Tour Blues

Today, I decided to take the Sydney Bus Tour. I usually like these tours. Not only is it a fun way to rest your feet and see the city, but having a local guide who can add some color and flavor, give personal recommendations, and share insider stories appeals to me. Of course, much depends on the actual guide. A good tour guide is gold. But even a bad tour guide usually means a somewhat entertaining story to share later. What I didn't know is that the Sydney Bus Tour uses a recording instead of a real live person. Bummer. No amusing anecdotes. No personal insights. Just a too-loud recording that gave me a headache. Oh, well. You win some, you lose some.

And before someone (Dad) says you've been in Sydney a month-and-a-half, haven't you already seen most of the city. Well, yes I have. I'm just a cheesy tourist.

Actually, I did get to see a little of Sydney's eastern suburbs, which I hadn't previously visited. And I got to see Russell Crowe's residence up close. So, depending upon how you feel about Russell Crowe, it may or may not be a complete loss.