Moments of Today - Sydney - 13th Jan 2008

The Queenscliff chugs into the quay. Slowly, majestically. Holiday-makers, families with young children hang over its sides.

It is Sunday afternoon, and I am sitting outside the Sydney Cove Oyster Bar, which, if you can remember back long enough, used to be Sydney’s premier public toilets. Now it stands like a small cubic structure of dubious historical stature overlooking the harbour, and a premier hang-out for the cafe society. The world’s largest steel coat-hanger, the Sydney Harbour Bridge, is diagonally in front of me. Sweeping white clouds in the east, and ominous grey in the west, press down.

The nimble Lady Herron and the larger Narrabeen are heading out of the harbour, as the double-decker Scarborough smoothly glides in. When was the last time I sat here and stared, and did nothing else but look at the ferries? When did I even notice the names of these graceful nautical forms of transportation that criss-cross the Sydney Harbour daily?

The clouds begin to coalesce and a big billowy canopy forms. The sun fights with a patch of blue sky.

Chinese tourists with bum bags, cameras, visors and a parasol here and there, parade before me. Hoards have just emerged from the Opera House and are heading back to the main streets.

The humidity is still high, and I am sweating profusely. My new Italian straw hat, purchased last week at David Jones department store, does little to abort the heat. So I enter the air-conditioned Dendy Opera. I buy a ticket to see the movie Atonement, but it is not due to start for another hour. I buy a drink. Need to take in more fluid in this heat, typical of Sydney summer. I take a few gulps of my bottled ice-tea, peach flavour.

“The toilets are down the stairs,” I point out to the elderly lady who seemed lost, and in urgent need. Popcorn smell wafts down from the service bar near the door, as more patrons begin to arrive for the show.

I’m wearing my leather German loafers, and feel the sole of my feet stick to the insides. I’ll just have to suffer until the lights go out.

Should I have a choc-top ice cream, the usual? Perhaps I should take notice of my rotund girth, and protruding stomach, and resist. But, hey, what the heck? It’s Sunday in Sydney. I’m beside the harbour, and life’s for living. Everything else can go to hell.

When I exit the theatre after the film, I notice that the rain had come and gone. But it’s just as humid as ever. Now to catch the 374 to Coogee and home.

Moments of Today - Sydney - 13th Jan 2008

Amy Hing-Young

Coogee, Sydney, Australia

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