The Last of Australia

This was taken on the last day in Australia. It has to be said that the Opera House is fantastic. The ferry terminal is just to the right of the picture and all the time, there are  boats. Big ones including a monster cruise liner called Rhapsody of the Sea which towered over the quay side, middlesized ones crossing the harbour and tiny water taxis which hold four people rushing about. I had not realised that, behind the Opera House, are the Botanical Gardens with wonderful views of the harbour. They were having a first rate exhibition of botanical paintings when I visited.

Madi and I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art, just across the street from our hotel. Very, very good. I know of nothing of its quality in the UK. There might be something in Europe but I have never visited it.

So after a Saturday spent travelling to Singapore and this morning getting from there to Kuala Lumpur, we are all at peace here in KL staying with my daughter, Ruth. The washing machine is working overtime and a barbeque is under way. We have had the afernoon thunder storm. I have made arrangements to meet an old friend who now works here. Tomorrow we are going to have a batik lesson. I need to shop for fabric in China town and Little India. A visit to my favorite bookshop is lined up.  Australia is fading into faint memories of a bad dream.