The Obligatory Lazy Post Where I Just Put Up Old Photos

Well it's been a dry few weeks for TIFI so I decided that rather than lose momentum I would dig through the archives and find some pictures. Where to go from there is a mystery to me. I guess I'll add some funny captions or something. Pictured above is your heroes fateful origin in Australia. One of the first sightings and certainly not the last.



The Sydney skyline. I might have one of the Opera House but I'm reluctant to put it up because every bastard and his mother has a photo of the Opera House. It's unique in that it's the only landmark that looks pretty much the exact same no matter what way you photograph it. That's because there are only so many vantage points from which to picture it. That and it's a very unphotogenic and shitty shade of beige that doesn't look great during the day. Luckily this forward thinking blogger got a snap of it from a boat!



See? Even in the second one it looks just like the postcard. The bridge is longer than I thought though. There's a tour you can do where you climb the Harbour Bridge. It's called Bridge Climb imaginatively enough. I was all set to do it when I found out it costs about $400 for the full tour. The ferries are much cheaper and you don't have to put on a crotch-hugging safety harness to do that. Great view for a fraction of the price albeit not at a high altitude.



Ah yes the famous Aussie beaches. These particular photos were taken (no, not from a boat) from a lookout point up near the cliffs beside Bronte Beach in the affluent eastern Sydney suburbs. I have no pictures of Bondi before you ask because it's crap. There I said it. Perhaps the most famous beach in the world is shite. It's long and boring and full of drunk, heat-stroked tourists and tanned surfer types who only have good bodies because God felt bad for not giving them a personality. Bronte Beach is different. Despite the fact that I got caught in a wave and had to be rescued by a lifeguard it still rules. It has a separate pool for people with a justified mortal fear of waves which is still fed by the sea so it has no chlorine or heating system thus making it a ball shriveller when the Sun goes in. It's still great in the summer evenings to get in from work and go straight out for a swim ten minutes later.

That's all for now folks. Next time around I'll be doing Brisbane since I've lived here five times longer than I did in Sydney. As you can see I've now got the Twitter going on so um Tweet me as the kids say.

Disclaimer: Twitter is lame but for getting the word out about the blog it's good so don't judge me.