When we got to the hotel, Brigitte talked everyone through a map of the town so we could all make a well-informed decision about where to eat dinner. I was having a little trouble reading the map. Cas estimated that the street names were in a four point font. I think that's about correct. It was also the most poorly lit lobby I've seen in a while. I gave up, hoping he would get some good ideas and share them with me.
Once we left there, we headed to the 16th floor for our room. It's very pretty, and a good deal more well maintained than the place in Cairns.
As I imagined, Cas had a plan for our evening. We took a walk over to a place called Darling Harbor for dinner. There were plenty of restaurants there, and we were having trouble making a decision. I finally decided we should go to the one with a neon sign above the bar letting passers by know they served drinks there. It seemed as good as any reason either of us could conjure.
For the third time on this trip, I ordered barramundi. It's a really tasty fish, and if Wikipedia is to be believed, it's an Asian sea bass. It was delicious. I particularly enjoy pronouncing it. Somehow, the syllables in the word barramundi are kind of fun to string together.
When we wrapped up our dinner, we decided to walk across a bridge to the other side of Darling Harbor and take a turn on a big Ferris wheel. That was probably due to the fact that this was he view from our dinner table:
We were helped into our seats by a man with tattooed knuckles and several missing teeth. He looked like virtually every other carnival attendant I've ever seen. Some things are the same no matter where you go, I guess. He was very friendly and pleasant, though- no knock on his customer service.
Anyhow, here's a different perspective on the Ferris wheel, in case you're interested.
We have to get to sleep pretty soon. We've got a whole lot to do tomorrow. Good night, folks.
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