March 26, 2010

I am so exhausted that I can barely keep my eyes open. We completely lost an entire day in travel and got only a few hours of sleep on the plane, so today’s entry will be very short commentary on a few good photos. The pink monkey has been to all of the continents and is in rough shape these days. When I return home he will be retired and put in a class case forever. He smells real bad. He has sat in penguin shit, been fondled by stinky kids at a Masai village, has had his face planted in the street in Manhattan, been burned by cigarettes and has been dragged around by many dogs mouths. He has had a good life. Follow along as we throw him around down under….

I wasn’t about to lose him in Sydney Harbor so I have the grip of death on him here.

Syndey Harbor Bridge

Of course the Sydney Opera House

818 looking hot with his scruff.

My brother Peter

Traffic jam in the harbor

If you look very closely you will see the monkey. This is like playing “Where’s Waldo” …

If you look closely here you can see my reflection in the mirror at the end of the hallway of this theater.

And finally, the view we enjoyed during our lousy dinner at an Italian place called Baia.

I gotta get to bed, we are getting up at 5:00 am to hit the fish market. ZZZZZZZ for now…