The Australian flies are a special breed – and they truely are Australian, having made a sport of attempting to fly up your nose at any given moment, or attempt to land on your eyeball given half the chance. They’ve also taken that other Australian trait to heart by never being inside, even if it’s a smelly place, oddly enough (odd for flies, not the Aussies…).
One of our encounters with the flies this week was at Watsons Bay and South Head, the southern side of the entrance to Sydney Harbour. You can imagine Captain Cook entering the harbour through the relatively small entrance to the large natural shelter, but what is quite surprising is how far they went before stepping on shore near the harbour bridge which is way off in the distance. Watsons Bay itself surrounds a grassy park, perfect for Sunday picinics – something that the ferries and buses realise as they only head out this far at the weekend.
We didn’t miss out on the beach action either, although it was a bit more uncomfortable this time as I walked down to the beach in my new thongs (that’s Aussie for flip flops in case you were worried…)