Fragments from the Australia Diaries 2000 (part 5) - Double Bay
Enough gawping, we decided to head on to Watson’s Bay which was our final destination. Out of the blue the sky went black, mild panic set in as we didn’t really know where we were going, trapped in suburban hell, aagghh. I asked the way from this lady walking her dogs, and in true (could they be more helpful) Aussie fashion she told us she’d walk us there.
However, her dogs turned out to be completely loopers and ended up savagely attacking this other dog. I was ten shades of terrified, Shaz was as calm as bedamned and was just concerned for the lady. Fear rooted me to the spot in silence but in my head I was screaming “get this Crazebag and her mutts away from me”. Tranquilizer gun later (for me) I decided the lady was in fact very nice and she did get us to Watson’s Bay in one piece (just about!).
Now, the whoooole reason we went to Watson Bay was for the view and everyone says you have to get Doyles fish and chips. We didn't realize that after a certain hour it turns into a ghost town and the 'take out' place closes. Being thundering eejits, with a devil-may-care 'sure, we're here now' attitude, we ended up in the swish-swoo restaurant part. Sun burnt faces, wearing shorts and t-shirts, smelling of savage canines, it was all very die-total-morto, especially when the waitress told us to swing our hooks when we asked for a plate of chips!