Chocolates and Mexican Bandits

I think I should start this post by saying a huge 'horrah!' to all you lot for your prolific commentating in the last few days... it's great to hear so much from our lovely friends and family, it means a lot to both me and Katie, so keep it coming guys! Well, we had a highly cultured day yesterday. I started off in the art gallery of New South Wales, happily goggling at pictures by Picasso and Rossetti, while Katie worked on music theory stuff in the botanic gardens. And then we met up for a most important date; our first visit to the Lindt chocolat cafe. My god, I think it was a life changing event for both of us. Laura, my dearest, you simply have to come over here and sample the chocolates; they are truly the food of the Gods. I have very firmly schelduled another visit for my birthday, when we are going to make a move into cake territory. We ate our chocolate in the afternoon sunshine on the steps of the opera house, and then I went to see a documentary called 'Ballet Russes' which was all about an avante-guarde ballet company (see, I told you I was cultured, even though I can't spell). Then I met up with Katie again in the hostel and we visited that great centre of American culture, the Hard Rock Cafe. It was ace, but I think we were both disappointed that they played neither Meatloaf or Bruce Spingsteen while we were there. I haven't heard 'Born to Run' for four months and it's driving me crazy! We strolled down by the waterside after eating and managed to gain passage on a Mexican Navy ship that is moored in the harbour at the moment. We both enjoyed gazing on the swarthy sailors, but my cunning plan to commendeer the vessel was foiled when we were shouted at for legging it up a ladder into a part of the ship that was off-limits. Damn these wiley Mexicans! And thus endeth the post. Adios, amigos! Sal xx