Sydney - travel diary

Sydney - travel diary - Australia

 

Sydney is not far from Canberra and then in about four hours we arrived at their destination. Arrived at the central station, we found a hostel (with great difficulty) and we have come to collect. The hostel was not bad and run by a friendly (and a svalvolati Pelino) giovanottone with a smile always printed in the face, named Nick.

The first thing we are concerned to do was to call our contact in Sydney: Mr. Jimmy Pellizzari, honorary member (until 3000) the biggest club Treviso in Australia, the Club Marconi. This really is a historic club, the first to have been founded by emigrants Treviso in Australia, born as a small meeting to spend some 'time together, has now become a structure with many related activities, even with its own football team that militates in the Australian championship. However, apart from the chatter, Mr. Jimmy has fully accepted our request to meet him and we have made an appointment for the following day directly to his house. In the remainder of the day we did very little, because our weariness prevailed and won the desire to give a first look at the city.

The following day, without wasting time we started to reach the house of Mr. Jimmy. To be honest it was not easy to get there because we did some 'confusion with the subway and we also arrived late. Mr. Jimmy was out of the house waiting for us and without ever having seen before, the taxi stopped to let us down (as did understand that these guys were in the taxi just us, that I still do not understand!). We were into the house and meet his wife Fabiola which gave us a cafe and a pastry. But Mr Jimmy is not one who loses time and so not even finished the cafe, we did climb in the car to go to the club Marconi, where the Committee was waiting for a meeting. And here I want to open a parenthesis on the magnificent and inimitable Mr Jimmy, an old man of eighty, with a spirit and a desire to live and have fun by making us envy winds. Witty and affable we soon joined in harmony so that we seemed to have found a new grandma, never known before, with which we should recover all the lost time.
At club Marconi all know Jimmy's grandfather, so much so that the main entrance is on display a large gold plaque that lists all the names of the founding members and among those names of course not to miss Jimmy Berg!
In a flash he had already submitted to the committee of the club, to which we wanted to leave free some of our shirts. The Treviso in Sydney are very many and the club has thousands of members (Treviso or not ... in fact, many Australians are well!).
And so we began to make their knowledge, simple and gentle, that while living in Australia now for fifty or more years, they feel more Treviso us. As usual all curious to know how things are proceeding in Italy, and many times more of us updated on things in our beautiful Italy. We felt truly pampered and heavenly: everyone wanted to talk with us, share a chat, just talk about the more and less, as if to stay close even feel close to.
The evening ended with a session of the Committee of the club, in which it was decided that the club Marconi was sponsored our trip too kind, we have removed a check from three hundred U.S. dollars! Not bad right! Make that ce vò! Learn!
They had already made the top ten in the evening and although Sydney is a city after all quiet grandfather Jimmy insisted that we stop him from sleeping.

The next morning we had breakfast with the family Pellizzari and then lunch and we returned to our hostel.
The rest of the day was dedicated to giving a first peek at the heart of Sydney, but not overdo it had promised to grandfather Jimmy that he would have been our Cicero. For more on the following day we had invited to the casino for a great lunch and to let us know Alvin, a young Chinese grandfather Jimmy sees some 'as a child.

Sunday morning in anticipation of the succulent meal waiting for us we have wisely decided to skip breakfast and after the traditional morning exercises, we set out to Town Hall, the place set for our second meeting with his grandfather Jimmy. To achieve our objective, we found immersed in the fashion show organized by the Chinese community for the new year. Even to our arrival the town was covered by a series of posters advertising the event, a flood of people wisely and meticulously with traditional agghindate occupied the entire roadway waving their banners in the air. Jimmy was sitting on a high wall in front of the Town Hall ... as will be able to salirci always remain a mystery. Ready to head to the casino with Jimmy and Mrs. Fabiola, passing first by Darlin Harbor, one of the ports of Sydney where she held an exhibition of vintage cars. Entered the realm of gamblers, we have placed in the waiting room of the restaurant to await the arrival of Alvin, in the meantime we know that the nice cinesino was a skilled cook, and that there would have been helpful to move between dozens of dishes that the menu of the proposed restaurant. Lunch is for the modest sum of twenty dollars (twenty-five non-members and of course Jimmy could not be) offered a choice of several quality and quantity of succulent dishes that ranged from classic pasta to rice and then move on to the latter dishes to satisfy both fans of the flesh of those fish were roasted, prawns, clams and chi più ne ha più ne metta. Do not forget the side dishes, pizza and bread as in all the lunches that are adhering to a vehicle filled with cakes and sweet as to be diabetes who has never had. We certainly could not afford not to try almost everything that occupied the long tables but Jimmi grandfather was not coming from under a grant to the gelatin, cleverly garnished by the Alvin. There were now three in the afternoon and our bellies about to explode, again assisted by the family Polizzari we direct this time to visit the fish market and then agree on how to organize the next day and decided to devote the Tuesday visit to the town in company of our inseparable Cicero.

The next day even after lunch claudicanti royal we decided to take a day to reach Bondi Beach's most famous beach town taking advantage of the free service made available from the hostel. Fell by van, the view that one could enjoy from the hill overlooking the bay is a sight to offer pay-TV. the reputation of the best beach town is without a doubt deserved, even if the dangers of ocean currents makes it famous for the many cases of drowning especially among inexperienced tourists who defy the Pacific. In any case more than ever to surf the sand was inhabited by a disproportionate number of lovers, all equipped with a sun cream with protection thirty calendar view the hazardous nature of the Australian sun: we are obviously appropriate and after spending a day grilling we returned to hostel for dinner.

Tuesday was established as dedicated to the visit of the city sights with Jimmy that inevitably we expected as usual climbed on the wall opposite the Town Hall. Memorable breakfast with cornetto and cappuccino, and then the legs on my shoulder, we waited a long leap between malls, cathedrals and Parliament House. At lunchtime Jimmy led us into a clubs specializing in all kinds of pasta, but this time the guest was Jimmy and he could not otherwise be seen that up to that time had lived at his own expense. The afternoon we spent in the library, the conservatory, the botanical garden in which his grandfather Jimmy gave us a precious interview to be delivered to his son Peter who for years now lives in Italy. It 'was then the turn of the monument a symbol of Sydney: the Opera House. As usual live to see a monument so far always admired on television, always makes his porca figura! It was now the sad time to greet our Cicero, a charismatic presence that has characterized our stay in Sydney and we were forced to leave with my heart in tears.

The next day we spent a delightful quartierino called Manly, reachable with forty minutes by ferry. This is another site dedicated to surfing Ragazzoni that transmitted the shoes of employees rushed to ride the waves.

The last two days we spent in a po 'di shopping, exploring other angles citizens and the planning of subsequent stages of our visit to Australia. In a beat track came time to return to the main station and the bus to ripigliare Coffs Harbor Country bananas.