Blaire wanted to see a wombat (who doesn’t, really, just say the word wombat) and when in Sydney one must, at least that is what they told us at the Hotel Sydney Australia. We were advised we would need to take a ferry out to a certain zoo, and that we needed to see the unusual animals of this beautiful continent called Australia. It turns out they were talking about the well known and respected Taronga Zoo. We decided to get an early lunch before our departure, so we ran into a nice looking Irish pub and had fish and chip and a nice draft or two. Australian Rules football was on the video screen and tried to figure out what was going on. A fellow near us with a big shite beard like Santa Clause and a belly to match tried to explain some of the finer points of the game (like, who was playing whom and other complicated matters) but I had a real hard time understanding him and his accent. To me it sounded like he was talking from the bottom of a well, plus the pub, while friendly and tidy, was getting rowdy in the wake of the game, as folks here really got into watching the sport. It reminded me a bit of back home in Cleveland and Sundays watch the other football (well, to be fair, there are others) and the excited reaction of fans everywhere to their teams and the opponents. But we needed to get going as wombats were calling and we had read on line that we could see owls and the famous platypus. So famous are the platypus that one expects the sports teams to named after them, but it is not known if there are any teams so named.
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