~~ CRUISING SYDNEY HARBOUR ~~~

 

A rare break from the everyday drudgery of life saw us head on down to the harbour for an evening of fun, food, views and arguments.
Despite the Arctic winds, rain and temperatures during summer, oh and the fighting, the night was very much enjoyed.

Soon to be part of Sydney history is the monorail that has both annoyed and frustrated Sydneysiders since the late 80s. July 1st sees it torn down and melted down for Korean cars.

A grand old lady of Sydney Harbour is the preserved South Steyne.
After finishing her career plying the Circular Quay to Manly run, she was later sent to Melbourne (presumably a punishment for something bad she did) and was converted into restaurant.
Following serving of her time, we again got her back and today she sits here feeding hungry people with lots of money.

Summer and coats were the go. Yet as I type this it is nearly April and Sydney is sweltering.
The world is screwed I tells ya.

Another of Sydney's grand old ladies is the Baragoola which, after many many years of neglect, has escaped scrapping/sinking through a group set up to restore her.
The massive task is being undertaken by volunteers.
If you wish to help, or donate, feel free to contact them HERE!

 

Not our boat for the evening, but one that has some good and bad memories.
Went on an awesome Xmas cruise with the Kami band on this boat once. A long night of food, drinkies, singing and dancing that will never be forgotten.
What a shame the memory is tarnished by some community hypocrites we chose to associate with. Alas though, would not have swapped the night for anything, pond scum included.

What the? Some strange ones got on the boat before us.

Ahhhhhh, cruising Sydney Harbour is still a pretty cool way to spend an evening, though FRIENDSHIP is not quite as beautiful as her predecessors above.

 

Join me again shortly, as I take you on a continuous look around life in the Sydney Filipino and uncover a few of the dark crappy secrets and attitudes that lay within.

Happy Easter - Stay Safe :-)

 

 

 

 

>>> ASWANG SPOTTED IN MANLY <<<

Howdee humans, friends, family and Botany Bay residing rapists of peoples mental health, trust we are all well today and looking forward to another exciting installment from everyones favourite aswang.

Just said farewell to the lovely daughter for the last time and thought it would be an opportune time to sit down and rant while sharing some random shots with you, most of them taken during a recent day out with the Colonel and his lovely wife Anna and daughter, whos name I can't even remember when sober.

As an aswang I am normally a night creature, but on the odd occasion I will emerge forth from my Eastlakes hovel in search of day time activities. I mean, have you ever tried to buy a DVD from BIG W at 1am, or get someone to sew up the crotch on a well worn pair of underdurps at 3am.
It is bloody hard I can tell you.
Apart from discos, greasy little 7/11s or brothels, where else can you go? Even then, besides in Surry Hills (and perhaps Ivanhoe), you are usually thrown out before long anyway.

So I took up the good Colonel's offer, a fellow Aussie with similar values and holder of the 4 metre gold ribbon for chundersity at the 2006 Winter Olympics.

Please aim your parts at the throbbing contributions below!!!!

Oh yes, what a start we have.
Two delightful tourists enjoying the views of this otherwise crappy city.

Don't know why all the photos cam out so small, I am sure I picked large.
Anyway, if you can be bollocked, you can always click on them for a larger view.
This be one of the last Lady class ferries on Sydney Harbour, most of her type being sent packing after the arrival of that twin hulled cow dung that now passes as a ferryboat.

One remembers, as a young aswang, sailing around on both these and even older wooden hulled ferries. They got rid of wooden hulled ferries due to their age and their occasional habit of sinking.
Gutless mongrels, when did we go from being men to latte sipping pussies?

While not of the orgasmic excitment as such old Manly ferries as the old North Head, Baragoola or South Steyne, the Freshwater class are still a sexy looking vessel and can give you a ride through the heads that will soon have you seeking a store in Manly for clean undies.
This is the class leader named, well not surprisingly, FRESHWATER.

More of those scenic delights that make Sydney a little more tolerable!

Ahhhhh there she is again about to pass the ugly building that replaced the lovely old tram depot that once graced Sydney Harbour.
Called the Sydney Opera House, it is often the location for performers who sing like their nads have been crushed, one ones from Australian Idol that you wish would have their nads crushed.
Well assuming they have them anyway.

View from the ferry COLLAROY.
I would use the usual term of "reflecting on a long career" but christ that would be totally wankie!!!

"Hey guys - You got any chips"

A hornbag on a mission it seems!

The aswang car up at Kurri Kurri during a foamer weekend.
MrNathan's car right behind!

AND FINALLY

A view out the plane on our recent return from Manila.