Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Day 3, Kings St Quay, Sydney (EST)

We just jumped up on a nose heavy ferry of pointing sunglass clad passengers. As it reverses out of the warm jetty the motors at the front roar and churn at the water turning it white. We pass a ship that sounds it's horn rudely.
It's warm and bright and makes me sleepy on my full stomach but the breeze off the water is cooling. I can smell water but it's clean.
Everywhere's clean.