The Rainbow's Edge
Ths is an actual, unretouched photo (credit: Susan) of Sydney Harbor. Pretty cool.
Adventures in Australia All photo credits: Susan Mayer (unless otherwise noted)
It's actually three separate buildings -- the opera house, a concert hall, and a smaller restaurant (and playhouse, I think). The initial design was by a Dane, Jorn Utzon (draw a diagnoal line through the O in Jorn to get the full effect), who said he got his inspriation while peeling an orange. The sails are parabolic solids carved out of spheres. It's definitely a "wow" building.
We had always figured that the white shells were metal - aluminum, perhaps. Nope: ceramic tile on what looks to be a concrete substrate.
Here's the other great Sydney structure: the Harbour Bridge. It too nine years to build, and is the second-longest single span bridge in the world. You can take a walking tour up and down the top. (photo credit Adam).
Drove to Sydney on Friday, in terrible weather. Rainy, with very low visibility, in the dark. We almost turned around about 100 km in, but decided to press on.
We were warned that Sydney is not an easy driving city; the downtown is a warren of narrow streets, many one way, with lots of dead-ends and unsigned intersections. We got hopelessly lost, and pulled off to a side street to ask for directions.
Just my luck: the guy we asked was not at all fond of Americans. He did have a forceful suggestion for where we could go and what we could do to ourselves once we got there, but it really wasn't very helpful. At least, from that point, the kids got a kick out of pretending to be Canadian.
On Saturday, we went to the Aquarium; it's an amazing place, with special exhibits on the Great Barrier Reef, sharks, and tropical ecosystems. It's huge. Susan got some great shots.
A moon jellyfish:
The main tank (that's Adam):
And sharks (Adam took this one, in a tunnel under the shark tank). I think this is the business end of a grey shark.
And here are a few random shots that Susan took around the ANU campus:
From there, 14 km north to Pebbly Beach, over a bumpy dirt road. The road went on and on, to the point where we wondered if we had taken a wrong turn. Then down a steep winding hill.
This is what the other side of the Pacific Ocean looks like:
The signs said not to feed the kangaroos, but not many people pay attention. The roos were obviously accustomed to being fed, and all you had to do was hold out your hand and they would come right up to you:
We got a clear view of a mom with her joey:
It felt like we were on a deserted pacific island.
The one disappointment was the parrots - we could hear them, but couldn't see them. And forget about the shoulder pirate wannabe stuff. But while Susan was trying to get a shot of a bird feeding, I got a bit of a surprise:
This one was quite happily perched for about 10 minutes, no doubt waiting for me to bring it a cup of coffee and a donut. Here's another gratuitous shot of a colorful bird:
We were so impressed by the beach that we talked about buying some property here. Our interest was further piqued by a house on the market outside of a town called Braidwood. A real handyman special:
Maybe not.
Those damned roundabouts - they are so hard to figure out.
Rush hour.
At the end they got a lecture from a police constable, who then gave each of them a citation for running a red light. $120 and 4 points. This country is really strict.
Ruby is being tended to two by wonderful people, Peg and Norm,who love dogs and wanted some company. As you can see, this is clearly the worst possible environment for a dog: devoted caretakers, romps along lake michigan, chasing every forest critter than crosses her path, an endless supply of chewy sticks -- and not the low-rent rawhide kind -- she has the real chewy sticks, the kind that come directly off of chewy trees.
She'll never want to come home. . .
This guy, from a Canberra science center called CSIRO, proceeded to pour the nitrogen on a latex balloon (it shrunk to nothing, rather than freeze; and then he reinflated it by breathing on it, noting that this is the only way to blow up a balloon from the outside).
On Saturday night,we caused an international incident, though no word yet on whether we will be recalled to Washington, DC. We went to a going away party for the head of consular affairs at the U.S. embassy, who is taking a position as chief advisor to the Secretary of State for Antarctic Treaty affairs. The host graciously invited the kids, who we promised would be well behaved. Then, I managed to spill a full glass of red wine all over the cream carpet. It looked like a scene from CSI Miami -- it was everywhere. Usually we don't do this much damage when we are invited to people's homes. We offered to pay the cleaning fees, and plan on sending over a couple of bottles of wine as a token of our embarrassment. White wine.
Sunday we visited the Australian Institute of Sport, which identifies and nurtures athletic talent. The Australians are very strong in swimming, basketball, and track -- our tour guide was a 6'3" race walker, who does a 5k in about 19:30 (that's about a 6:30 mile, a pretty decent clip). There wasn't much going on, but it was an impressive facility. On the basketball courts, we saw a 7' vollyeball player going 1-on-1 against a 5'2" gymnast.
This country takes its sports seriously. Since we've been here, we've seen television coverage of two kinds of rugby, Australian rules football, soccer, field hockey, tennis, basketball, a somewhat strange variant of basketball called netball (which is not played in the U.S.), swimming, cricket (which is the most complicated sport ever invented, kind of a cross between baseball, croquet, and Calvinball) , and bocce ball. Televised bocce ball. I suppose that's no worse than watching the 1978 Miller Hi-Life Professional Bowling championship on ESPN Classic. Uh, make that seeing. I wouldn't be caught dead watching that crap.
Susan plans on posting something soon; I've heard many requests to have her say something, and I guess people are getting tired of me. She awaits her muse.
We didn't know that emus had so many chicks (there were 7; that's a pretty big omelet).
The kangaroo enclosure was closed, but we went on a walk around a wetlands area, where the views were impressive. The white dot in the sky is the moon, which was on call waiting to the CDSCC. In one of the ponds we saw a platypus, which was making lazy laps but not surfacing long enough for Susan to get a picture.
Kangaroos everywhere - we counted close to 100.
That's John Hart with the kids.
Here's a black swan, a bird native to Australia.
It's the Canberra Deep Space Communication Center, a NASA facility which receives satellite and spacecraft communications from, well, all over the solar system. This is where the Apollo 11 moon landing video came in. The main dish is 70 meters (230 feet) in diameter, and there are three smaller antennas ranging from 26-34 meters feet across. While we were there, one of hte smaller dishes was getting data from the Chandra X-Ray Observatory, for which my cousin Nancy was the launch manager.
Here's a satellite picture of the facility.
Dingos (they don't look so tough):
This one is 15 years old, and named "Maree," which the handler said was Aborigine for "Boy." There was another, named Nara (Companion).
A C-SPAN cable feed of the U.S. Congress:
Parakeets
And, of course, Kangaroos:
If it's not clear what's going on, that's a 6 year-old girl feeding a Sumatran tiger. Here's another shot:
I'm guessing that the keeper is holding the girl's hand behind her back for a reason. And it isn't because this is a baby tiger.
Kind of like the animal kingdom version of compulsory voting: hard to imagine in the U.S. In fact, if you google "hand feed tiger zoo," the first link that comes up is the Australian National Zoo.
Update, August 7: There are similar camps in the U.S. Apologies to the American Trial Lawyers Association and Stella Liebeck.
Update II: equestrian camps, too, although I'd bet these were for experienced and competitive riders.