Its my last night in Sydney, and I think it is safe to say that sleep cycle is a little bit out of wack, and I can already tell that it is not going to be fun getting the airport tomorrow morning. I have visited all of the amazing museums here in Sydney, hung out down by the Opera House, and Walked across the Arch of the Sydney Harbor Bridge. By doing that I am pretty sure that I have done every extreme thing involving heights that one can do in this hemisphere. It was crazy walking underneath the bridge, climbing a ladder, and boom there are dozens of cars speeding around you, and you climb up 134 meters to the top of the arch. The night scene here is just about as insane as you are going find anywhere, and people are super nice and will by you drinks. They have also have funny little accents, and don’t really know how to dance, and engage in strange forms of courtship of the course of the night. I can only assume that that is left over British custom. One Wednesday night we went to go see the Sydney Theatre Co. production of the Greek tragedy “The Oresteia” it was not exactly light fare, and soon as stopped trying to figure out what all of the crazy symbolism was, I enjoyed it. Melbourne tomorrow followed by the reunion of the decade.