My second daughter and her children arrived before P left, so we all had an exciting drive to the airport. There have been quite a few deaths over the holiday period from rather horrific road accidents. It is hardly surprising. I drove at the speed limit and almost everyone passed me. And they all run red lights too. Sydney drivers are aggressive and dangerous idiots.
I was taking lots of photos of the harbour, the bridge and the Opera House when a couple of American tourists from Chicago offered to take one of all of us. So here it is. After this, my daughter took over the photographic work, as she is so much better at it. My camera is nowhere near as good as her SLR digital one, and thus there were frequent lamentations about all the things she could not do with mine. But hers is very very heavy, and we had children with a propensity to nick off to supervise, so did not need heavy burdens.
Entry to the Taronga Park Zoo is so expensive that everyone pays by credit card. I had never been to the zoo before. It is huge, and on a beautiful but very steep site. There are chair lifts to take people from the ferry to the top, so they can wend their way down, or there are buses to the top. There was a very long queue for the chair lifts so we sensibly chose the bus.
Next the turtles.
And after missing out on the seal theatre, but not on the resultant tears, we found the snow leopards.
The animals we all thought were the most fun were the meerkats. I do not know how meerkats fit in to the animal kingdom: they seem to resemble cats, rats, monkeys and sharp-faced dogs!
Naturally after having enjoyed a treat, booty must be obtained. Then we came home by two ferries and a bus. Quite exhausted, but a good time was had by all.
They both had haircuts today before they went home.