Fruit Bats at 5am

Knackered. Having a lazy Saturday morning, free of pounding the streets of Sydney. Spent yesterday doing culture at the art galleries and then went to the botanical gardens behind the opera house, which are fab. Spotted some unusual fruit in the trees and on closer inspection realised they were massive fruit bats. 22,000 of them to be precise! Was so freaked out that I thought I would share the experience with Den, only to get my math wrong and woke him at 5am. Many of you may of heard the yell of 'F-ing fruit bats' drifting across Bristol in the early hours. Decided that as impressive as some of the landmarks in the city are, the real Sydney is the beaches and surrounding area. The city is pretty much the same as other major places, with cheap to expensive clothing shops, coffee bars and vomiting youth on a Friday night. Going to the funkier areas this weekend and as much as I would love to trek off further afield, time wont allow, though think my hosts are taking me out to a national park tomorrow - you just seem to have to go to the end of any road to stumble across a reserve or park. Went to China Town last night for food and then to a funky bar, with the lecturer who has organised my seminar at the Uni on Monday. He lives the idealic beach apartment life here and works out at the gym where Hugh Jackman beefs up for Wolverine - I am easily impressed! Have to work on my presentation now, then off to the beach for some seafood. Mmm prawntastic.