Changing time zones is hard enough but going from summer to winter adds insult to injury. I hadn't anticipated this on the 7 hr flight from Singapore to Sydney, I was busy with thoughts of murder. A few rows back, a two year-old Chinese boy screeched and tugged wildly at grandma's hair without reproach - the one child policy gone awry. By the time I cleared customs and wandered into the 40 degree chill, I felt like I'd been in a car accident. Perfect time for what they in Oz call "brekkie."
I've got no secret to finding spots to eat, I just search the web. This place was within walking distance of our hotel and got some good reviews. Dodo got a slab of banana bread, a popular dish down under, according to her. She was pleased with it but couldn't finish, so I helped her out. It was not like the ones I'm used to - it was more like bread and less like the cake I wanted it to be. A bit on the bland side so I zapped it with a sprinkle of sea salt to tease out the flavors.
I kept it simple - scrambled, toast and bacon. These were some of the smoother, nicer eggs I've had in some time but the sides couldn't keep up. I hope that Ozzie's don't all like their bacon on the soft and oily side but I won't know for sure until I eat a few more breakfasts. This is my first time down under and I notice they use a lot of strange words. Anyone care to explain the breakfast special? Mar-what?
The coffee was excellent and thank goodness for that - it started to pull me back into alignment, clearing the fog, so to say. By late morning the sun was out in force, making this a bright spring day.
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