We're back on line here in Glebe. Connections seem to be almost as erratic as they are in Maine.

We had lots of fun walking around the Domain Park yesterday, admiring the bontanical gardens, the dinosaur tree which they keep carefully caged, the amazing bottle trees, the huge fruit bats (large enough to chase our cats), and other attentive birds. We didn't run into any shanty singers down at Circular Quay but we were able to persuade several venders to sell us drinks, and other sundry gear. We find the ATM machines easy to play! Amazingly enough we ran into John Dengate playing penny whistle on one of the downtown streets; it's not like we knew a whole lot of people here that we're likely to run into.

We managed to get back to Glebe in time to welcome Bob Bolton, who kindly stopped by on his way home from work. Now all I have to do is reassemble all the tiny parts of my concertina and I'm sure it will still play.

This morning it's off to the aerodrome and our flight to Cairnes/Port Douglas where we understand Brett is busily plaiting palm leaves to replace his missing Palm Pilot which he apparently wears for protection against the sun. Them stingers are back, are they! Well, we'll see what they'll do if we wade in swirling our squigglies in the water.

Off to breakfast.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble