Brisbane > Sydney on a larger aircraft provided a space differential even Hughesy could notice.
A request for red wine (at the regulation $6) produced a Mount Langhi Ghiran Shiraz rather than the usually ubiquitous Wolf Blass or Jacobs Creek. Another tick for the full fare operator.
Unfamiliarity with the transit arrangements between Sydney Airport meant we expected to take the train and scoped out the station en route to the baggage carousel. Having collected the wherewithal, we were passing the Airport Shuttle booth when an inquiry produced the news that the $14 shuttle bus would drop us at the hotel.
No brainer.
We were booked into the Great Southern Hotel just after three, with (possibly) enough time to peruse an art exhibition, but Madam felt that wouldn’t deliver a proper appreciation.
We ended up heading off along George Street as far as Queen Victoria Building, a trek that turned into a quest for Kinokuniya.
Back at the Great Southern, we weren't interested in wandering too far in search of dinner. A stone's throw from the hotel we found a satisfying serve of salt and pepper prawns and two bowls of short soup (one wonton, one dumplings) which went down very well. Amazingly we were back and ready for bed by 6:30.
Shortly after that a surprisingly sober Hughesy was pushing up Zs and working his way through the contents of the sawmill.