We spent a long weekend in Sydney in early June before Peter and I were to part ways for two months. The dreary, rainy weather had found us once again. But it didn’t stop us from having a good time. I was so done with dorms, so we sprung for a private double room, tired of falling asleep to odors of other people’s feet and their nocturnal nasal noises.
Despite the wet weather, we saw a lot of the city by train, bus, ferry and foot. We explored. In the hazy gray ocean, the Sydney Opera House looked especially like a boat, its sails appearing out of the misty waters. Clouds sprinkled us with raindrops as we crossed the Harbor Bridge. We splashed over to China Town for a delicious Yum Cha lunch. Deep fried salty-spicy squid and jasmine tea really hit the spot and warmed us up.
But bad timing with weather brought good timing too, as we had come to Sydney during the Vivid festival. A winter celebration of lights. After darkness fell (around 5 pm) the city lit up with hundreds of artful light installations spread out all over town. Images were projected on buildings, Christmas-like decorations hung on lamp posts and glowing sculptures and interactive light and sounds displays appeared out of nowhere. As Peter and I patrolled the city, the rain stopped and we suddenly felt warmer. We had a delicious pizza dinner on an outdoor patio and actually felt too hot when they turned on the heat lamps. The darkness had inspired light and warmth during the season fastly approaching the southern hemisphere’s winter solstice.
This is the song that went with the interactive light and sound display. And we were hearing it everywhere else. It’s one of those songs that really gets in your head.