My sister and I attacked Sydney with an insatiable appetite on Thursday.
We started with pancakes and poached eggs at the cosy Big Brekky, before discussing Berlin over coffee and cake at Bourke Street Bakery.
Then we crashed in a food coma at a friend's place. We somehow managed to fit in more chit chat and a spot of afternoon tea at Tea Parlour, before I had to scoot to pilates. Oh to be a busy bee.
Sydney threw off it's drab, grey overcoat for shimmery sunshine and endless blue skies on Friday. Swoon!
We planned to be a tad bit more energetic, but we just ended up ambling along the Bondi to Bronte path.
We did however get our heart rates into a more aerobic zone whilst watching The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Oh the magic and mayhem of the high seas to Lands Hitherto Unknown!
To those who scoff at Narnia being a "children's" series - I pity the fool!
I've always loved the idea of Narnia, especially because I am one of four siblings - two boys and two girls, so it was easy to assign the roles of Lucy, Susan, Peter and Edmund. (Though a friend thinks we were more wild, unkempt and manic like the Weasley's, than the somewhat prime and proper Pevensies.)
Case in point - my sister and i did get trapped in wardrobe. It somehow toppled forward so the doors were pinned shut...It wasn't nearly as whimiscal as the wide open plains and tea parties of Narnia.
The Dawn Treader, reminded me of a wonderful book - Nathaniel's Nutmeg.
The exquisituvely researched book follows the history and adventure of the spice trade in the 17th century. The English, Portuguese, Dutch and Spanish race each other to the "edge of the world" find the source of Nutmeg - bloody sword fights, dirty tactics, plague, scurvy, shipwrecks and cannibalism ensues. Stuff that makes you gape in wonder how anyone survived the ye old days - sometimes the truth is even more unbelievable than fiction..including Narnia.